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reversible - rome streetz lyrics

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[intro]
conductor, conductor, conductor
y’all n*ggas washed up
ayo

[verse 1]
ayo, my rap’s like boiling water splashed in your face
need heavy cash stashed in a safe in a black wraith
my life’s past paced
crazy how quick i doubled all of my weight
’cause cutties love how my bag taste
go and get a job, you’re in bad shape
try to sneak thieve a n*gga, commissary got left with a slashed face
stupid ass n*ggas in last place
fendi all over my b*tch ass, but she [?]
you copped all the drip, but you rock it the wrong way
tryhard, you’ll never ever be a flygod
i’m god on the mic, still n*ggas try to bite the dialogue
crash your whip playin’ this sh*t loud on your ipod
fatal, this sh*t i kick hard like statе boots
to god i’m grateful, i could have expirеd on [?]
’cause the game sour like grapefruit
but i heard before she a wh0re, so i hit it like beirut
i’m mark mcgwire, r*t*rd all my bars is fire
before rap i was a hard supplier
[chorus]
you n*ggas washed
garbage is how you all come across
before i smoke y’all don’t want none of ours
i’ll get you robbed
members only n*gga, it’s the mobb
you n*ggas washed
garbage is how you all come across
before i smoke y’all don’t want none of ours
i swear to god
i’ll get you robbed
members only n*gga, it’s the mobb

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[interlude]
conductor, we have a problem!
conductor, we have a problem!
conductor*
conductor, we have a problem! ()

[verse 2]
yo, yo, ayo, ayo
all of you goofy n*ggas is washed, could never sit at the table
i could rest some of the baddest broads out palm angels
stay clean, rock the queen labels
my white b*tch bad, she look like sable
yeah i came a long way from selling the js yay, now my face on cable
[?] fiendin’ to be everywhere that i go
still runnin’ sh*t both legs tied with my eyes closed
too preoccupied with the game stuck in a grime zone
watch your mouth, n*ggas get indicted off an iphone
they come in disguise to buy what chemists [?]
your naked eye probably thought the sh*t was a rhinestone
hollow head out the .45 leave your mind blown
you n*ggas all robbers and sideshow
yeah i saw a murder on murdell as i cruised in the ride slow
these lil’ n*ggas wildin’, claimin’ woo or they ride cho
it’s brazy, it’s like a shooting after shooting daily
keep your gun on safety, clap if n*ggas play you shady
these rappity rap n*ggas never come across wavy
i’m the boss baby, better know that
this that new dope, pull up where your nose at
i know it’s excellent
give me all that cash that you holdin’ after you test a bit
clap a sheep after i send shots where the shepherd is
money ain’t evil, it’s the person
your friends want you broke to get some paper, he a serpent
try to double cross, the doctor be wrappin’ your head up like a turbant
could have been .223s out the ‘burban, n*gga
[outro]
conductor, we have a problem!
conductor, we have a problem!
conductor*

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