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lirik lagu hide the body – conway the machine

[intro: sample]
“go by them slow”
-gunshots-
“oh sh-t”

[intro: conway]
brrt
yeah
uh

[conway]
pop him in the bando then hide the body
took police a whole month to find the body

[benny]
we the mobsters so i’ma die a gotti
g wagon, i embody, skyscr-per law with acquired lobby

[conway]
i drive the mazi, got the blicky on my hip as well
get hit with sh-lls, i’m that n-gg- and your b-tch can tell (she know)

[benny]
it’s water whipped then my clique can tell
dope boys h-t my cell, sat on the paper so long, it’s getting stale

[conway]
[?] club eating lobster, fried rice
chicken satay, peanut sauce, watches got ice
blood bottles got spikes

[benny]
young riders got life

[conway]
[?] prada, high price

[benny]
drug violence, glock fights
plus n-gg-s i used to run with is rich
from making bricks do frontflips then ate of the strips that i funded

[conway]
n-gg-s i used to pump with
n-gg- i used to go to free lunch with turned into a k!ller, he’ll leave you slumped quick
i keep my pistol on me plotting to shoot
same 40 belows i seen pac rocking in juice

[benny]
tucked the 30-shot i got for a deuce
it was a dread, he put a pick in your head, but you’re not from the roots
i’m the best, the sh-t i dropped was the proof (tt3)
wes and con walked me to the door, i turned up when i got in the loot

[conway]
i push the b-tton, drop the top of the coupe
i came a long way from trap kitchen whipping trying to lock up a deuce

[benny]
you know i’m good out in yonkers with louch
bullets don’t got no names on them, trust me, they’re confident too

[conway]
yeah, even in prison, all the opps get it too
i send a kite behind the wall and get him shot for a soup
knot so big, keep busting the rubber bands off
hustle gram czar, i can call another man boss
own properties, i don’t got no f-cking landlord
put her in gucci, i told her take them f-cking vans off, b-tch

[benny]
gun in hand, i’m dumping like [?], y’all
turn your back on a thief or you cut his hands off
no bank account, dirty money in the crib washed
my resume with the plug about 300 bands long
the butcher, n-gg-

[outro]
“griselda”
“griselda”
“griselda”

- conway the machine

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