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letra de bricks to murals - conway the machine & big ghost ltd

lyrics from snippet

[chorus]
you say you got a gun, you need to go for that sh-t
you better get that ’cause i ain’t goin’ for sh-t
i got a stick with a drum and a beam and a scope on that b-tch (brr)
yeah, i ain’t goin’ for sh-t, n-gga (i ain’t goin’ for it)
gettin’ street money, i really sold that brick
we eatin’, n-gga, you know them n-ggas p-ssy
i know i f-cked her last night, but in public, i don’t know that b-tch (hah)
i don’t know that b-tch (i don’t know her, yeah)

[verse 1]
n-ggas ain’t set the street on fire like i did
the way i’m rhymin’ remind [?]
[?] a n-gga, put that on my kids
sometimes when you k!ll a n-gga you love, stand over him, close her eyelids
i only rap what i lived, don’t f-ck with me
you’d rather commit suicide and dive off a high bridge
eatin’ raw oysters and fried squid
even in canada, i became a champion like kawhi did
these the streets, you either gon’ get a bullet scar
or twenty years in the prison yard on the pull up bar
look, you know it’s a foreign when i pull a car
like jay-z, i’m good on any malcolm x boulevard
yeah, i was in the trenches, we was pushin’ hard
then i got in this rap sh-t and i took it far
and they say we’re classic and full of bars
scope on the stick, call me brett favre, i can throw a bullet far
gxfr on the plates when i’m pullin’ off
shady, roc nation, they wanna know how i pull it off
they tried to ride the wave, now i’m watchin’ them p-ssy n-ggas starve
you need a hundred k just to book the squad
white maybach, peanut b-tter seats, i’m breezin’ by in
no security, just a shooter who love to squeeze his iron
talk that gangster sh-t in your raps, people ain’t even buy it
p-ssy, stay away from beef, you on a vegan diet, ah

[chorus]
you say you got a gun, you need to go for that sh-t
you better get that ’cause i ain’t goin’ for sh-t
i got a stick with a drum and a beam and a scope on that b-tch (brr)
yeah, i ain’t goin’ for sh-t, n-gga (i ain’t goin’ for it)
gettin’ street money, i really sold that brick
we eatin’, n-gga, you know them n-ggas p-ssy
i know i f-cked her last night, but in public, i don’t know that b-tch (hah)
i don’t know that b-tch (i don’t know her, yeah)

- conway the machine big ghost ltd

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