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letra de online - conway the machine

i aim good, i had the j’s on lock
i was front to work, if they paid on top
up scr-pin’ chains and hit his vein with this nog
gettin’ paid by design, leave the days of our lives

you used to deal, girl, now you won’t employ
my fiends jump from joy, my smack hittin’, like a punch from roy
jones, should i keep the chrome? ain’t have another choice
i’m a bad guy, a rabbi, how i be touchin’, boy
i was cuttin’ that boy with m30’s, that switch
my stick burn him, mac with a clip, curvin’
in fact, you’ll get buried, like tryna stick curry
grab the grip, every time i leave the bridge, my b-tch worried, uh

look, i tell her i’m straight, six-thirty
n-ggas oscar the grouch, i was movin’ them big birdies
that paper, i make it rain, i promise you’ll get flurries
like, d-mn, where the f-ck did you park? b-tch, hurry
my chips st-rdy and they all down
i came from the block like karl towns, this nas, but the law’s found
this pot in this fork wild, i beat it, like raw browns
good stamps, had ’em on the lines, like the call dial

i aim good, i had the j’s on lock
i was front to work, if they paid on top
up scr-pin’ chains and hit his vein with this nog
gettin’ paid by design, leave the days of our lives

i don’t know why n-ggas feel they can stop me
i gave n-ggas the blueprint, you n-ggas should watch me
hit in my top and that still didn’t drop me
two in the mornin’, got the stick in the bourbon, out her, benny, hibachi
vintage versace, this hennessy got me
i’ll be still in your top three, for infinity, probably, watch me
been a menace, since i’ve been feelin’ this c-cky
switch on the glock and her wrist is all rocky

n-gga, and the neck chunky
not from the rap checks that i collect monthly
them n-ggas don’t get an ounce of respect from me
you rap n-ggas to me is just lunch money
food, n-gga, my jewels bigger
no si’s, this flawless, boss, our jewels different
my b-tch jump out her benz, chanel bag, louis slippers
it’s nothin’ to push the b-tton and get you removed, n-gga, machine

i aim good, i had the j’s on lock
i was front to work, if they paid on top
up scr-pin’ chains and hit his vein with this nog
gettin’ paid by design, leave the days of our lives

- conway the machine

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