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otis driftwood - conway the machine lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
uh, look

[chorus]
mac dumpin’, hittin’ at the glass, that’s duncan
clap somethin’, we get on your ass, whack somethin’
packs pumpin’ quicker than i bag, racks comin’
ain’t that somethin’? ain’t that somethin’?
my dog home from behind the wall, runnin’ the yard form
homemade poker, cut your cheek down to your jawbone (talk to ’em)
chopper boys, we the reason why that bar closed (brrt, brrt)
country mike got shot right in front of me, my heart froze, uh

[verse]
it’s mr. one punch, fronts break
grindin’ like your front brakes, junkies at my front gate (ha, boom, boom, boom)
the pack man, used to bag grams up ’til my thumbs ache (bag up)
wе layin’ verses down, we layin’ bodiеs down in one take (hahaha)
i made a half a million this week
two hundred few days before, a few hundred from the tour
merch brought in a couple more, been eatin’ all summer long
crwnz, that’s a couple more
quarter million dollars just to puff cigars (talk to ’em)
but comin’ for my crowns, i’ll put you in one (ha)
she said, “you did your big one,” she wanna know, can her friend come?
i made some millions and then some
they said i won’t be sh*t, but look
what’s in my pocket now is my teacher’s annual income (pah*pah*pah*pah*pah*pah, woo)
i spent my free time in the dope spot (uh*huh)
machine before elon made the robot (ah)
the big boy made three thousand off his stovetop (mm)
it take too long to find you, get your ho shot (where that b*tch at?)
uh, we out in traffic, we took the ‘matics (okay)
i ain’t pushin’ peace, we got clips, i’m pushin’ malice (they can’t f*ck with me)
i crept into these n*ggas’ top fives quietly
don’t put me in no box, it only f*cks with my anxiety
my dog on side of me, put you in a box if you tryin’ me (green light)
them other n*ggas too pretty, i keep it grimy*ly (they p*ssy)
tissue in my nose, out in paris, n*gga (ha)
pieces on me glow, eight hundred karats, n*gga (talk to ’em)
million*dollar phone before the lyrics, n*gga (haha, if you know, you know)
yeah, machine
[chorus]
mac dumpin’, hittin’ at the glass, that’s duncan (ha)
clap somethin’, we get on your ass, whack somethin’ (get on your ass, n*gga)
packs pumpin’ quicker than i bag, racks comin’ (pump)
ain’t that somethin’? (ain’t that somethin’?) ain’t that somethin’? (yeah)
my dog home from behind the wall, runnin’ the yard form (woo)
homemade poker, cut your cheek down to your jawbone (woo)
chopper boys, we the reason why that bar closed (chopper boys)
country mike got shot right in front of me, my heart froze (my n*gga)

[outro]
my heart cold now, yeah, haha
ayo, haha, look at they face (haha)
ayo, when you see n*ggas, man, look at they face, haha
uh, only i can do this, n*gga
machine, b*tch, i get better with time
f*ck they thought, n*gga, it’s over? nah
you know, and i dropped with all the giants too, n*gga, huh
you know? all the heavy hitters
that sh*t was nice
and then there was machine
you know what i mean?
n*ggas can drop as many albums as they want
in a year, two years, ten years
it don’t matter
’cause in the end, it is me
it is he who remains (haha)
you can’t k!ll god with bullets, motherf*cker, hmm
i seen them n*ggas takin’ shots at me, you know what i mean?
lil’, lil’ subtle internet shots and sh*t
let’s rap, though
f*ck your streams, f*ck your sales, your plaques, all that
let’s rap, n*gga
machine, b*tch

- conway the machine lyrics

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