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tossin onions - pro dillinger & machacha lyrics

[verse 1: jay nice & pro dillinger]
ayo, i never had a pointless conversation
i’ve dominated every option, i conquered the nation
took over airwaves without single prop from a station
still ended up the most popular, greatest, and the opps hate it
throw a stone then hide your hand, i’m amputatin’ your arm
had to cut in line, in this game, plans was takin’ too long (aha)
hit the audible b*tton, now all of my audios buzzin’
i’m a star, you know nothin’, you second like mario’s brother
better call you a plumber, i’m ballin’ and causin’ a floodin’
can’t clog up the flushin’ once them waves from my water is runnin’
got bars in abundance, came a long way from tossin’ them onions
my dawg’s chargin’, barkin’ and huntin’
i make it rain with the fella from umbrella, we’ll smoke you
in the mix they’ll hear a sound go “boom” when i pass pro tools
gucci hat match the sergio fit, n*gga, i’m oldschool
make you run naked through the streets, will ferrell in old school
carry this rap sh*t in a wheelbarrow, i’m supposed to
n*ggas claim they hotheads ’til that steel barrel approach cool
don’t move, my son strikin’ like a young tyson
i beat the case ’cause the judge liked that i had my dump*license
f*ck fightin’ (n*gga), flip you like a tony hawk 180 alley
my greatest*rapper stock just heightened, aight then
nice wins (uh), and i don’t like friends, n*gga

[interlude: pro dillinger & jay nice]
yo (pro, what up?)
[verse 2: pro dillinger]
my sh*t proper, i’m big dirt, no big poppa (uh)
hip*hopper, i’m real life, no tiktoker (yeah)
heaven*sent, but i’m h*ll*bent, the stick modest
sh*t proper, all my sh*t gas, n*ggas spit grabba (dirt)
mine gone, i ain’t tryna get me another one
my ghost gun melted, i gotta print me another one
kitchen work, i was slingin’ toast until the b*tter done
toss the strap and get another gun, i’m my mother’s son (my mother’s son)
need a good stance, hammer kung*fu kickin’
new money, doin’ new business, gettin’ stew chicken
dirt lord, i’m a s*x symbol, got your boo trickin’
bad work, all these n*ggas rattin’, they some stu*pigeons (yeah)
been thuggin’, but i slowed down lately
i’m h*ll with a double l, slown down, baby (slow down!)
k!llin’ everything, i’m like a tall, brown gacy
no clownin’, i’m from the town where it been goin’ down lately (blow!)
i’m gettin’ to it, ain’t no tellin’ where the money take us
makin’ music for the penny*pinchers and the money*makers
punchin’ my competition, give ’em bl**dy faces
been foul, sneakers in the dirt, i got muddy laces (yeah)
blackin’ out, we gettin’ crazy, i been goin’ mental (uh)
i’m picasso, drawin’ pictures with some coloured pencils (uh)
i’m with the gang, you n*ggas weird, and i’m not f*ckin’ with you (uh)
cross the line, i’m michael myers, i’ma come and get you (pro)

- pro dillinger machacha lyrics

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