lirik lagu astral plane – duffel bag hottie & black soprano family
[intro]
this is a true story of extreme violence, brutality and fear
these are the real sopranos
[verse 1: conway the machine]
i’m back maneuverin’, packs movin’ in
f*ck you and your big homie
i will clap you and him (f*ck that n****)
as far as rap, i will ruin him
i’m the biggest thing in new york since the knicks brought pat ewing in (haaa)
i’m a og, f*ck is you thinkin’? (huh?)
neck full of trinkets, just dons lookin’ pinkish (you know the jordans)
f*ck n***** talk my ears off about linkin’ (pshhh)
but if you ain’t talkin’ money, then why the f*ck is you speakin’? (why is you talkin’, boy?)
my shooter on stand*by (uh huh)
that n**** dump 6, i bet he land 5 (doot doot doot doot doot)
sit it underneath the fan, let them grams dry
flip it, then we up in blue flame lettin’ bands fly (hahaha)
$1400, dsquared² that’s who my pants by (uh huh)
i’m the illest n**** doin’ it by a landslide (that’s a fact, n****)
ayo, hottest, what the word, n****? (what up, homie?)
n**** get outta pocket, i’ma put his body on the curb, n**** (brrr)
[verse 2: duffel bag hottie]
grab ya shotty, then slugs blow out his nerves n**** (boom, boom)
oh you the plug, n****? let’s see who can flip a bird quicker
syrup sipper, throw a 4 in a sprite and hurl n****
the 4 pound twirl n*****
wanna die ‘bout your girl, n****? (bro, you don’t wanna die)
i’ll get you smoked, while you sittin’ under palm trees
they gon’ go, if i signal or the don sneeze
i have my youngin’ doin’ drills for a don c (ahh)
and i’m goin’ with em, just to show him i’m so official (be a bull with him, too)
grammy nights, we totin’ pistols under versace suits
stay down to cop the coupe, lovey dyin’ to let this tommy loose (brrr)
body who? (who?) i’m eatin’ bullets like robert townsend
the .357 blow a n**** right out his trousers (bah)
chase that friend, and i rack it up by the thousand
n***** mad i’m stylin’, (stylin’) he wish he had the heart to rob me
put some molly in that lil b*tch drink, like i was cosby (haha)
20 shots to the face, he gon’ need him a cosmetologist
p*ssy, it’s griselda and the mob, b*tch (yeah, it’s the mob)
he claim he got bricks for 33? hold him hostage
ain’t no f*ckin’ work in these streets (ain’t no work around) so we rob sh*t
i’m a black soprano boss
salute me or get your top peeled, p*ssy (brrr)
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