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John Woo Flick

アーティスト:Conway the Machine, Benny the Butcher, Westside Gunn  アルバム:God Don't Make Mistakes  作詞:Demond Price/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paladino/Ricki Lamar Thomas  作曲:Demond Price/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paladino/Ricki Lamar Thomas  発売年:2022 

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Look, tell them rap niggas we takin' over, had to change the flow up Now I'm in the Maybach sippin' a Spade mimosa Take a big and make the quota with the bakin' soda Pray to Jehovah, K with the shoulder strap, spray, it's over (Brr) Wait, hold up, if I said so, spray your Rover Spray the fold-up, niggas good fellas like Ray Liotta (Hah) Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr) Shooter sniff the yay, he need to wake his nose up (Cash) I'm from the East side, them niggas over there be wildin' (Uh-huh) And catchin' bodies, throwin' bullets like Aaron Rodgers (Talk to 'em) I'm lookin' at these rap niggas like, "Is there a problem?" (What's poppin', nigga?) I part the middle of your head like Larry Johnson (Woo) Kush in the morning, drink my 'gnac in the day I'm tired of hearin' old niggas talk 'bout back in the day (Fuck outta here) I ride around with two things, that's a MAC and a K Act like I'm playin', I'm pullin' up and I'ma blast you away (Brr brr, brr, brr) Uh, yeah, I need to see the money pile over (Uh-huh) My shooter comin' off the bench like Kyle Korver (Boom, boom, boom) Hide the body for a month and left a foul odor I'm Kobe Bryant on my team, I'm the fuckin' closer, nigga (Machine) Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh) Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (The whole house heard that shit, nigga) Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga, empty them clips, homie) Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom) Daringer compared to RZA I'm compared to niggas that'll stab you in your face with a pair of scissors (Hold that) Courtside watchin' the Wizards, Cartiers expensive (Uh-huh) Air the extended (Uh-huh), have you layin' somewhere in intensive (Brr brr, ah) I swing this MAC, I'm clearin' the fences Enough shooters on my team to embarrass the Pistons (Nigga) The trap empty, all I had, kitchenware and a biscuit (That's it) I need a pile of dirty cash and somewhere I can rinse it (Uh-huh) This for my niggas in the Fed max who pray daily (I 'member that)


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