Gold BBS’s – Conway the Machine lyrics

Lyrics Gold BBS’s – Conway the Machine

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Why the popo so vexed for
They raid the wrong house we had the dope and money next door
Uh the water on my neck pure
And I ain’t even get the backend yet from my next tour
Huh that’s what they so upset for
They broke so they gon’ stress more I keep my gun on me you left yours (They stressin’)
My money in line that’s why I’m good with the connect for
Dog food in the trunk like I just left the pet store (Talk to ’em)
Free the brodie they got my dude up in the mountains (Hah)
When we was fifteen we used to shoot up niggas’ houses (Doot doot doot doot doot)
Started with an eight ball and then I moved a couple ounces
I fucked niggas’ baby mamas even seduced a couple spouses
I just blew a couple thousand on shoes that ain’t even out yet
P***y good get a new outfit Christian Loubs if her mouth wet
Uh niggas ain’t richer than me I doubt that
Set the streets on fire and niggas ain’t put me out yet
Machine b***h

[Chorus]
I told my shooter when you shoot it you unload (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot boom boom boom)
Ain’t it funny how we open laundromats to wash the money from the load (Laundromat rap n***a)
My Spanish homie on the west he think he Tony when he sniff he lose control (Perico ah)
And he don’t care who out there when he slide he gon’ pull up and start emptyin’ the pole (Doot doot doot doot doot doot brr)
And everybody goes n***a

[Verse 2]
Yeah I say the word niggas gon’ run down
With F&N drum rounds you gettin’ gunned down (Boom boom boom boom boom)
Tried to hide my pole in the closet and my son found it
So how to shoot this SK I gotta teach my son now (Teach him how to do it)
How you gangster You ain’t never do s**t (Hah)
You ain’t never shoot s**t never been to jail I could tell you a b***h (I could tell you a b***h p***y)
We was peddlin’ sniff told my brodie “Let’s f**k with this rap s**t”
He said he’d rather sell a few bricks (Cap)
He said “That’s like me tellin’ you quit”
When you the best at what you do ain’t nobody on your level who spit (I feel you)
Came from the bottom from shovelin’ s**t
Now it’s thirty pointers in the bezel of my Oyster Perpetual wrist (Talk to ’em)
Huh your b***h could tell you I’m rich
She came to my telly the Ritz and I gave her impeccable d**k
I keep this MAC-11 I grip versuri-lyrics.info
I let off a clip when I throw my gun in the air word to Fredro and Stick b***h

[Chorus]
I told my shooter when you shoot it you unload (Let that s**t go n***a let that s**t rip)
Ain’t it funny how we open laundromats to wash the money from the load (Wash and fold n***a hahahaha)
My Spanish homie on the west he think he Tony when he sniff he lose contro
And he don’t care who out there when he slide he gon’ pull up and start emptyin’ the pole
And everybody goes n***a

[Outro]
Yeah n***a hahaha everybody goes n***a
You and you and him too n***a
Haha yeah
Green light on all you niggas
Niggas know what the f**k is up niggaaa

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