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Moselle
(专辑: WWCD - 2019)
[Conway the
Machine:] A
landslide, nigga Huh, this shit is, this shit is a
landslide, nigga Uh, this the
theme music for the
pie stretchers (Whip up) I
whipped five, I
got five extras (Hah) Three Everybody is F.O.O.D tapes, a
trifecta (Cap) Show these niggas in the
game how to apply pressure (Rock shit up, nigga) All my bitches got a
bag and they drive Tesla (Uh-huh) Bust down the
Cubans, I
lit my neck up (You see the
neck, bitch) Landsliding on niggas, don't even try to catch us Hollow tips flying out of my Heckler (Brr) We came a
long way from that Digiscale That shit too small to weigh up the
shit I
sell (Hahaha) Pink Spade for my bitch, she don't do Zinfandel Y'all ain't the
only niggas getting money, boy, we rich as well (Hah) Rich as hell, shooter empty out his clip and bail (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Sniffing yayo so long, he lost his sense of smell (Smell shit) Before I
left Cali, I
sent the
bale (Haha) Hit Goose, told him, "Look out for it, it's in the
mail" I
leave a
nigga living room floor full of blicky shells (Brr) Broke, we gotta kill his baby mama too, that bitch'll tell (Get that bitch too) I'm stacking all the
profit off of every brick I
sell (Cap) I
bet you pussy niggas wish I
fail (Hahaha) [Benny the
Butcher:] Ah, hand on my clip, we animals, dismantle my strip I'm 5'8" but 6'11" if I
stand on my bricks I
cancel y'all quick with the
Glock I
shoot cannonballs with (Doot, doot, doot) I
sat in prison, walking the
yard, just planning all this (Ah) Uh, unknown location, I
got thirty Os (I got thirty Os) 'Cause I'm too smart for that stash in the
dirty clothes I'm in the
kitchen counting cash, does she disturb me? No Revenge a
dish for greedy niggas, you gotta serve it cold (Suckers) I
had to move where the
climate hot (Hot) I
took the
money off the
corner and invested that in private stock Bet you know I
still run the
kinda spot (Yeah) Hustlers buy the
bricks in the
back and the
front is just a
tire shop (Ah) Big guns, ain't no quiet shots (Ain't no quiet shots) I'll be fine if you die or not, plus I'm equipped if a
riot pop (We got guns, nigga) I
threw the
whole clip but he survived the
shots (Brr) I
guess my aim was on but the
timing not (Damn) Felony shit, you can never be clipped (Nigga) One night stands with women I
would never be with My OG putting me on, he love telling me shit Said, "Black men in America could never be rich", The
Butcher [Westside Gunn:] Flygod Ayo, rocking wonders (Ah) Wondering if I
should rock John Undercover for the
whole summer Pole with the
scratched numbers (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) We wore Fear of Gods to the
last supper (Ah) Too much coke, I
made the
Pyrex glass suffer House of the
Very Islands, styling Dope piling on China, put the.40 to him, started firing (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Plain Jane, said I'm ahead of my time again (Ahead of my time again) Back whipping them nines again, back to back Lambs on Fairfax (Skrrt) Ran out of Sweet Chick, blew the
nigga head back (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Jetta to the
Beverly Center Bloodstains in the
fifth seat, gave the
blick to valet Now you rich, M16 vicious, don't come my way, I
spray (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) I'm out in Tribeca bagging up yay Paint all on my North Face, the
worst case, I'ma be rich Collina Strada my bitch (Huh?), I'm on the
yard on my drip (Huh?) I
had the
Audemars wrist (Huh?), the
Phillipe tucked in my Timbs (Huh?) You better have my commissary or you getting that biz (Ah) Jewelry out with my kids
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