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letra de murder he wrote - conway the machine & trillmatic

[intro: conway the machine]
trillmatic, what up?

[verse 1: conway the machine]
look
street sh-t, we still at it
trillmatic, i peel cabbage when i dump steel at it
heh, if i want it trust me i will have it
told you i’m the machine, f-ck how you feel f-ggot
yeah, pack cookies in the dutch
every city i go i got p-ssy i can f-ck
trust, you don’t wanna push me, i am nuts
get to emptying this chopper, make you p-ssy n-ggas duck
stk, i ain’t come for the stay
blast the coal grapes, two lobsters held at my plate
yeah, a hundred out the tip
machine gun that hold like a hundred in the clip
i hope one of you p-ssy n-ggas tempt me
i’m squeezing this b-tch til it’s empty
masked up, n0body knew what i did
you just snapped, back blew off your head
it’s the machinе motherf-cker
[verse 2: rome streetz]
ayo, check
no script, thеse hoes watch me, guess my life is like a movie
i was living trife, now i’m with your wife in the jacuzzi
got a bunch of dead slave masters folded in my subi’s
thrity black talons loaded in the uzi, bold and unruly
murder he wrote on a loose leaf
had the hoes loose off the blow and the lucy, b-tt-naked playing juicy
it was all a dream, over the digital, not the triple-beam
the workers crystalline, turned it to cash now i’m sitting clean
feasting on $300 plates, you cooking sizzlean
sh-t these n-ggas is a disgrace, i make em kiss the ring
shoot the crown off the wig of the king
and let my little n-ggas dig through his pockets and flee the scene
where i’m from death is always ’round the corner if your skin black
i went from jail cells to big stacks now that i sling raps
now we lit n-gga, f-ck outta here

- conway the machine trillmatic

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