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tween cross tween - conway the machine & goosebytheway lyrics

[intro: conway the machine]
uh
here we go again
right
look, look

[verse 1: conway the machine]
record label tried handing me a contract, i spit on it
it ain’t at least thirty million, then i ain’t signin’ sh*t on it (i ain’t signin’)
i push the amg g*wagen, the kit on it (uh*huh)
the black and gold maybach truck, the mirror tint on it (talk to ’em)
any collaborations, you know what machine did on it
i only got on them n*ggas’ songs so i can sh*t on it (ha)
you the type n*gga taking your baby mama stimulus (huh?)
and lose it all at the dice game, you ‘posed to be flippin’ it (bum*ass n*gga)
the young boys on demon time, they gremlins (yeah)
and you know i’ma be the one that’s sendin’ them (yeah)
machine back b*tch, n0body ill as him with syllables and synonyms
my women friends rock prada boots, don’t f*ck with timberlands (talk to ‘еm)
yeah, the instrumental gеt hit with mack truck when i go in on it
these internet n*ggas act tough ’til you run into them
push up on n*ggas, big strap, what? they actin’ innocent (haha)
they tremblin’, the flow is like kyrie dribblin’ (huh?)
‘tween, cross, ‘tween, step back, the shot i drill again (woo)
oh, there he go again
showin’ off on the beat without a pen again
showin’ you n0body f*ckin’ with him again
[chorus: goosebytheway]
‘scuse me if i rake a couple million and i’m tryna see what that’s ’bout
‘scuse me if i rake a couple million and i’m tryna see what that’s ’bout
yeah, you could play all you want, i’ma grind (i’ma grind)
trust me, i got money on my mind (yeah)
‘scuse me if i rake a couple million and i’m tryna see what that’s ’bout

[verse 2: conway the machine]
uh*huh
told you we really k!llin’ (yeah)
squeeze at your cap, then really peel it (brrt)
then pee on your hat like a phillies fitted (haha)
in miami with the heat in the bucket, i’m jimmy with it (huh?)
but i shoot it in your face like curry done shimmy with it, n*gga
yeah, ayo, i don’t think these f*ck n*ggas listenin’ properly
got so much cash out the deal, they considered it robbery (ha)
i don’t wanna hear you broke n*ggas ifs and your problems
ain’t postin’ drip on the ‘gram no more ’cause them n*ggas just watch me (uh*huh)
and put emojis in my comments, then n*ggas gon’ copy
that’s why my style switch up soon as they figure they got me
look where this vision done got me (talk to ’em, king)
flew my b*tch from buffalo to vegas, she l!ckin’ me sloppy
about a million worth of chips when we hit the bellagi’ (yeah)
plus i know she never ever been in a ferrari (haha)
no pizza and wings, baby, we gonna get calamari
you ain’t nicki minaj, b*tch, then you isn’t a barbie (f*ck out of here)
eighty pointers my jeweler tryna fit on my cartis (bling)
my young b*tches like to f*ck me and listen to cardi (ha)
know an old*head that had a brick since nintendo atari
wearin’ goggles while he cookin’, i call that n*gga amari (woo)
never played the nba game, but i’m richer than barkley (hahaha)
goose, why these n*ggas gon’ start me? sh*t (yeah, n*gga)
[chorus: goosebytheway]
‘scuse me if i rake a couple million and i’m tryna see what that’s ’bout (i gotta see what that’s ’bout, n*gga)
‘scuse me if i rake a couple million and i’m tryna see what that’s ’bout (drumwork sh*t, b*tch)
yeah, you could play all you want, i’ma grind (i’ma grind)
trust me, i got money on my mind (yeah)
‘scuse me if i rake a couple million and i’m tryna see what that’s ’bout

[outro: conway the machine]
i gotta see what that’s ’bout, n*gga, yeah
you b*tch n*ggas in trouble, i told you
conway the machine, b*tch, aka the disruptor, n*gga
i came to f*ck up you n*ggas’ flow, n*gga
all that sh*t y’all n*ggas doin’ or tryin’ to do, n*gga, i’m ’bout to step on all that sh*t, n*gga
another album, n*gga
another album after that
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga?
yeah, n*gga, y’all done woke me up
yeah

- conway the machine goosebytheway lyrics

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