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Conway the Machine - Sarah!
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Текст песни: Uh, uh
Yeah, we back
Yeah, ah (Uh, uh)
Yeah, check, look
Picture the God timid
**** watch how they talk to me, they face I hawk phlegm in
Came in as the hero but they turned me to dark villain
My back and my chest like Ron Simmons
The lore was made in Con image
Wish we had to identify the body, it made his mom grimace
Eighty point tennis, double R tinted
Used to be piss poor, now I just piss on women
I had three phones, now I don't speak on those 'cause feds given out the RICO
The game was designed for you to lose, it ain't no cheat codes
The game don't want to acknowledge my numbers now, I'm Pete Rose'
They know how Machine goes
Get the coke fromthe cartel, the green from the gringos
I'm back writing this pain till my arm in a sling though
But I barely even write it down
I say go and goons come burn down your entire town
Thinkin' the beef is on easy street
Buck fifty your cheek deep, through the scar they can see your teeth
Snort a line ****, imported wine sippers
I'm the boss man but still will rob forty-nine ****
The truck cost 250, the chain was another 3
Compare me to such and such but **** can't fuck with me
Yeah, the Devil's reject back again
She Google my net worth but them numbers wasn't accurate
It's way higher, fuck them other ****, I'm way flier
Race to the top, watch me skate by 'em
You know when Con get on, what dog shit on
I'm pushin' that Lamb' chop, color garlic parm
There's coke in that damn pot, turn that faucet on
You looking at boss shit, baby, Con The Don
Uh, and I'm ready to kill something
Can't kill God with bullets, so I don't feel nothin', ****
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I think I'm way too thorough for this rap shit
Empty out the pump, make his faggot ass backflip
****, it's my style these **** got on the map with
My career aged beautifully, Angela Bassett
Where the smoke at? I want it, The G.O.A.T back, I run it
Got the wolves outside bout' to go back to huntin'
Beem on it put it right where your throat at, I'm gunnin'
You ain't built for the streets boy, you don't have the stomach
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Yeah, we back
Yeah, ah (Uh, uh)
Yeah, check, look
Picture the God timid
**** watch how they talk to me, they face I hawk phlegm in
Came in as the hero but they turned me to dark villain
My back and my chest like Ron Simmons
The lore was made in Con image
Wish we had to identify the body, it made his mom grimace
Eighty point tennis, double R tinted
Used to be piss poor, now I just piss on women
I had three phones, now I don't speak on those 'cause feds given out the RICO
The game was designed for you to lose, it ain't no cheat codes
The game don't want to acknowledge my numbers now, I'm Pete Rose'
They know how Machine goes
Get the coke fromthe cartel, the green from the gringos
I'm back writing this pain till my arm in a sling though
But I barely even write it down
I say go and goons come burn down your entire town
Thinkin' the beef is on easy street
Buck fifty your cheek deep, through the scar they can see your teeth
Snort a line ****, imported wine sippers
I'm the boss man but still will rob forty-nine ****
The truck cost 250, the chain was another 3
Compare me to such and such but **** can't fuck with me
Yeah, the Devil's reject back again
She Google my net worth but them numbers wasn't accurate
It's way higher, fuck them other ****, I'm way flier
Race to the top, watch me skate by 'em
You know when Con get on, what dog shit on
I'm pushin' that Lamb' chop, color garlic parm
There's coke in that damn pot, turn that faucet on
You looking at boss shit, baby, Con The Don
Uh, and I'm ready to kill something
Can't kill God with bullets, so I don't feel nothin', ****
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I think I'm way too thorough for this rap shit
Empty out the pump, make his faggot ass backflip
****, it's my style these **** got on the map with
My career aged beautifully, Angela Bassett
Where the smoke at? I want it, The G.O.A.T back, I run it
Got the wolves outside bout' to go back to huntin'
Beem on it put it right where your throat at, I'm gunnin'
You ain't built for the streets boy, you don't have the stomach
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Robo Tech
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
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