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5500 - conway the machine lyrics

[intro]
yeah, ah yah yah, hmm, i have about 30 bands in my pocket right now, n*gga, hm
pshh, yeah
(rickyy!)
yeah

[chorus]
i told that b*tch if you knew better, you would do better (huh)
i ran it up, got some new cheddar (hehehe)
i drop 5500 on a new sweater (i’m [?], n*gga!)
they caught me lackin’
now i keep the ratchet on hip (i got it)
n*gga, i gotta move better
thinkin’ you takin’ these jewels, never (never!)
i got 30 shot clips that’s for whoever (boom boom boom boom!)
cartier on my eyes
vvs know a size (yeah)
she real bad, thick thighs (hah)
chanel bag, rich vibes (she rich!)
huh, did it big with my guys (woo)
if it’s pressure we gon’ slide (woo, woo)
hidden hills i reside (woo, woo)
i’m the richest on my side (jump, jump!)

[verse]
i’mma show you what the apes for
what that ski mask and that drac’ for (hah)
hit ’em twice, double back, made sure
i’mma show what that yellow tape for (brrrr)
why they got the corner taped off?
you an’t do it right if you ain’t score
off white sneakers on my skateboard (woo)
later on pull the wraith off (hahhh!)
pull a puddle out the may store
get the money now, can’t wait for it
in the paint temp duckin’ weight 4’s
if she sellin’ p*ssy, i’mma pay for it (hahahaha!)
what you think i’m gettin’ cake for?
all you p*ssy n*ggas ain’t they safe for
drop a bag on yo’ head
what you think i took a 20 out the safe for? (huh) (talk to ’em!)
free all the homies in federal jail
collectin’ they mail (taped off)
i went to cali, i left with a bell
it’s safe to say i’m connected as h*ll (taped off)
violate me you gon’ catch a few sh*lls
it’s safe to say i’m respected as h*ll (huh)
diamonds that sit on my neck big as h*ll
i’m win it up, i was just in the cell (woo, woo, woo)
yeah, yeah, uh
switch it up, i had to move different (huh)
even in the dark you see my jewels hittin’ (cap)
these are vvs’s but my jewels different (bling)
i’m at the aria with two b*tches (come here, b*tch)
no regrets about my f*ckin’ life
it ain’t really nothin’ i would do different (i did it all)
2 bands for my shoes, n*gga (huh)
huh, both pockets all blues in ’em (count ’em up, n*gga)
8500 dior coat
got them sticks and them drums, we want all smoke (brrr)
we gon’ slide we gon’ do n*ggas awful (brrr)
i don’t care ’bout them n*ggas, they all broke (brrr)
my drive way look like a car show
bust the ap, i don’t care what it cost though
bags that i’m gettin’, that sh*t isn’t normal (hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
f*ckin’ that b*tch ’til that p*ssy is soar (talk to ’em!)
the machine
[chorus]
i told that b*tch if you knew better, you would do better (huh)
i ran it up, got some new cheddar (i ran it up!)
i drop 5500 on a new sweater
they caught me lackin’
now i keep the ratchet on hip
n*gga, i gotta move better (doot doot doot doot doot)
thinkin’ you takin’ these jewels, never (never!)
i got 30 shot clips that’s for whoever (boom boom boom boom!)
cartier on my eyes (huh)
vvs know a size (know a size, n*gga)
she real bad, thick thighs, yeah (woo)
chanel bag, rich vibes, yeah (bad b*tch!)
did it big with my guys (yeah)
if it’s pressure we gon’ slide (yeah)
hidden hills i reside (yeah)
i’m the richest on my side (yeah)

- conway the machine lyrics

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