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letra de cristal & cereal - conway x sonnyjim

[intro: ric flair]

‘i don’t cry, i’ve been stabbed, i’ve been hit by chairs, but the bottom line is!’

— ‘all we ask is’

‘i’m talking right now, let me tell you something, if you like talking to me on this show, you let me talk when i’m on here…’

[verse 1: sonnyjim]

watch me like the yacht-master
oi captain, push the yacht faster
pop the champs
chop the dutch master
trapping in the all-black fila
cashmere and pashmina
looking like al-qaeda
pulling up in the 50 grand beamer
hit a 360, threw a stack to my housekeeper
why hate, what do you know?
papi chulo
pour the grape, my dime piece plate the ossobuco
i walk around with weight like a sumo
catch me in greece, on the beach, backing shots of ouzo
picking bones out of the steamed fish
sitting in the v6, with the limousine tints
you man are smoking ammi
we smoking loud pack
from amsterdam and cali
mack daddy, pull the piece like mahatma gandhi
put you in an all-white cast like downton abbey
playing the b-ssline
like just blaze up in baseline
watch where you wave that, the safety on it ain’t right
my homie load the clip
let a couple bang like date night
gut the great white with a steak knife
have your blood pouring out like a st. ides
put some white on a scale, hold the t-tle belt
all this gold around my neck, call me michael phelps

[ric flair]

if you’re a man, you never go down, you just stay up! that’s why this sport coat cost $800, and that cost $200! and i don’t know what that cost, i’d be ashamed to wear it!

[verse 2: conway the machine]

every time i pick up the pen, i jot a cl-ssic
don’t compare me to no rappers
we nothing alike, he don’t pop his ratchet
never emptied the stick in broad day, stopping traffic
these other n-ggas just be acting, they not for action
look
these n-ggas wanna be me
wanna rap on slow loops, and say they [?]
lot of these n-ggas wouldn’t be noticed if it wasn’t for me
but it don’t matter ’cause no other rapper does it like me
(not at all) i’m a street n-gga, that doesn’t change
one phone call, i’ll get you whacked for some change
cuban weigh a brick, ain’t no sn-tching this chain
even if a n-gga tried he get clapped in his brain
he can reach if he want, i’mma squeeze the pump
leave him slumped
his blood on my [?] dunks
trust me
beef with me is something you don’t even want
(talk to ’em)
machine, b-tch

[outro: ric flair]

that’s why i’m wearing lizard shoes, a rolex watch, and i’ve got a limousine sitting out there, a mile long, with 25 women just dying for me to go, ‘woo!’

- conway x sonnyjim

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