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letra de moroccan waters - conway

[verse 1: conway]
look, f-ck a shooter i keep a gun up in my reach
f-ck the talk, i drum a 100 when it’s beef
sneak diss, we at your shows like a hundred n-gg-s deep
just to show n-gg-s they don’t want it with the g
xfr, vest kevlar, get your chest wet nah
n-gg- i’m aimin’ above it with this heat
my name buzzin’ so my budget just increased
cause over daringer production i’m a beast
the n-gg-s in the hood lovin’ what i speak
go tell ’em the real is back baby, them other n-gg-s weak
lately i been countin’ money in my sleep
versace watches b-tch a 100 for my [?]
you n-gg-s want a deal so bad, you sign for any money
[?] still spending any money
i don’t need a n-gg- to lend me money
i had to come up like the dvd, now i can blow fendi money
goyard duffle full of blue bills
40 got two bodies on it but it was new still
tell ’em n-gg-s, i’m the truth still
heat on my lap like my suits feel
like my weed sour, i like my [?] chill
800 for the belt, talking blue steel
wind shot, get your roof peeled
that’s your dude tell him chill
he ’bout to get him and you k!lled
them old n-gg-s just talkin’ cause they got lips
n-body in the hurl respect you when you ain’t pop sh-t
you just another n-body thinkin’ he relevant
talking and yelling sh-t, go f-ck around and get his [?]
and get his sh-t push
you just a rapper boy, you just spit hooks
you don’t know how a brick look
word up

[verse 2: meyhem lauren]
dirty looks will get your face [?] by a clean slap
next step, pull a mean mac n-gg- i mean that
supreme rap, dillinger speaks, k!llers in reach
rock my chain on a [?] beach
dressed up [?]
but if i orchestrate the attack you gettin’ splashed
chrome rockets, foam posites, grown pockets
n-gg-s spray, rockin’ cartier different optics
silk shirt like i’m in the tropics
whips spotless, grip profits
hold on my clique got this
200 thousand on the re-up
shootin’ dice y’all n-gg-s wouldn’t put a g up
me and my n-gg-s pitch, b-tch
you and your n-gg-s snitch
heard on top, you was atop every bottom b-tch
and y’all ain’t ready for the turbulence
poppin’ sh-t then you gotta proach ’til we ain’t heard you since
[?] just another don, b-tches love the rugged charm
eat so much octopus i’m ’bout to grow another arm

- conway

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