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till i go - conway and cuns lyrics

[into: conway the machine]
yeah
sometimes you gotta smoke the pain away
you know?
look…

[verse 1: conway the machine]
i just wanna catch another body (‘nother body)
every n-gga with me bet they got a body (got a body, got a body)
might catch me out in texas in a masi [vroom]
just bought it but you bet that tech got a homi’ (yeah, brr-brr)
my chain made your b-tch speak (she see me)
i got it with the change i made this week (ha!)
imma f-ck until the b-tch sleep (uh-huh)
then i’m in the kitchen whippin’ til my wrist weak (whip up)
timberland constructs with six-inch [?]
i got my d-ck sucked while i sip [?] (ha-ha-ha)
buck fifty your jaw, get a ripped cheek (birdy)
your homie starving but you’re making sure your b-tch eats (p-ssy n-gga)
a zip of sour and a sick beat (ah)
and your favorite rapper floating up sh-t’s creek (he finished)
my connect give me bricks cheap (?)
guess i’m coming of age, no [?] (ha)

[bridge: conway the machine]
gotta roll another one to escape the pain that i go through
pistol on my hip ’cause i don’t know you (don’t know you, n-gga)
you n-ggas p-ssies, f-ck your whole crew (ha)
f-ck your vest, my bullets go through (brr-brr)
roll another one for sh-t i go through (sh-t i go through)
roll another one for sh-t i’ve been through (sh-t i’ve been through)
yeah
ah-ha-ha

[verse 2: conway the machine]
young n-gga with an old soul (ah, ah)
young n-gga but he sold hoes (cash, cash)
raw powder in my whole nose
she said ‘life’s a b-tch’, so she like to sniff
[?] spinning with the half moon
look. i’m half mogul, and half goon (facts)
i hear the sneak dissin’, imma spaz soon (i hear y’all)
i’ll leave a n-gga f-ckin’ bleedin’ in his bathroom (haaa-ha!)
kick in the door like, ‘where’s it at?’ (where’s it at, p-ssy?)
pump on your tongue like a pair of shaq’s (ha-ha-ha)
two n-ggas with me, both carry macs (uh-huh)
he tried to run, i let it rip and watch it tear his back (brr-brr-brr)
people die if i ok it (ah)
keep the yoppa when i ride and i’m gon spray it (facts)
[?] bottles my rose (we be drinkin’)
i’m the type of n-gga that you don’t play with (uh-huh)

[bridge: conway the machine]
machine (talk to ’em)
gotta roll another one to escape the pain that i go through (i go through a lot)
pistol on my hip ’cause i don’t know you (don’t know you, n-gga)
you n-ggas p-ssies, f-ck your whole crew (f-ck ’em)
f-ck your vest, my bullets go through (look. look)
roll another one for sh-t i go through (i gotta smoke, man)
roll another one for sh-t i’ve been through (stressed out, you know what i mean?)

[outro: conway the machine]
i ain’t gonna lie, man
y’all might think sh-t is all good with me
i’m stressed like a motherf-cker
roll another one right fat (roll another one right fat)

- conway and cuns lyrics

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