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lirik lagu cocaine paste – conway the machine & jae skeese

[intro: kobe bryant]
still waiting for a big smile out of you
you’re up 2*0, what’s the story, are you not happy?
or you’re only half*happy? or—
what’s there to be happy about?
you’re up 2*0
job’s not finished
job finished? no, i don’t think so

[verse 1: conway the machine]
uh, look, we landslidin’ (landslidin’)
it’s drumwork, b*tch, we landslidin’ (uh*huh)
my man slidin’ like doors on the caravan, got ’em (brrt)
diggin’ in that pot, i can’t keep my hands out it (uh*huh)
so you ain’t gettin’ a d*mn dollar (not a penny, n*gga)
i call my shooter dame dolla, it’s written all on his face, he can’t hide it
he itchin’ to catch a d*mn body (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
yeah (brrt), yeah, he itchin’ to catch a d*mn body (uh)
[verse 2: jae skeese & conway the machine]
look, saint patrick’s day 1 lows (uh*huh), i shamrocked it
yes, i copped it, my sneaker problem got bands hoppin’
right up out of my pants pockets
the yeezy 1s, i copped the tan option (right)
stüssy dunk highs, they had the brown and tan asics
rocked ’em once and then i flipped ’em for the d*mn profits (let’s get it)
a fly n*gga with advanced knowledge, yeah (you know that, haha)
drumwork (talk that talk), we fly n*ggas with advanced knowledge, look

[verse 3: conway the machine]
i dotted my is and i crossed my ts (uh*huh)
you want a feature from con’, it’s gon’ cost you cheese (i need a bag)
i did it bigger and took it further than they believed
one bracelet, it’s two artist advances on my sleeve (uh, hahaha)

[verse 4: jae skeese]
i’m fresher than patent leather shinin’, i rock the cs (uh*huh)
retro 4’s with the s on the tongue, christopher reeves (woo)
i k!lled ’em, all they saw is red like the khaled 3s
my shorty elite like the kobe 9s, a masterpiece, godd*mn (come on)

[verse 5: conway the machine]
yeah, i’m armani every three, shoutout my brother skeese
he threw ’em to me like breeze (good looks, my n*gga)
i rocked the black strings in my chicago sbs
in two drops, made four hundred thousand from tees, n*gga
[verse 6: jae skeese]
supreme box logos on the heel, it’s box logos on the tee (facts)
black suede all over my uptempo 33s (facts)
i’m tip*toein’ through my cousin vintage like a gymnast (what up?)
they keep me fresh to death just like a f*ckin’ life sentence
retro 3s light linen with the canvas on the uppers (uh*huh)
and they must respect the drum, ’cause we demand it, motherf*cker

[verse 7: conway the machine]
sold ten ’cause i’m a hustler, got the hammer with the m*ffler
that’s the tec with air holes and i’ma blam this motherf*cker (boom, boom, boom)
hundred bands on the band, my wrist dancin’ like it’s usher (hahaha)
tryna chill, but understand, you force my hand and i’ma touch you, n*gga (brrt)

[outro: conway the machine]
i’ma get you, n*gga
we ain’t playin’, n*gga
drumwork, n*gga

- conway the machine jae skeese

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