Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alpaca , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Song from the album Blakk Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Vinyl
Song language: English
Alpaca |
| I know some niggas that been behind the wall their entire life |
| Never been to Shanghai, but they was moving China white |
| Razor in palm, I give a nigga cheek a giant slice |
| Across his face, just for saying shit that I ain’t like |
| Me and these niggas don’t rhyme alike, tryna battle? |
| You better off tryna fight Iron mike |
| In 89 when he was in his prime, nigga I ain’t like |
| These other rap niggas, who you tryna |
| Diamonds dancing that means they’re shining bright |
| Yikes, might hurt your eyes like you’re staring in a shining light |
| I hit the vagina twice, it was kinda tight |
| I’m getting pussy like Frankie on a line of white |
| You think you on my level, find a knife |
| And cut the bullshit nigga |
| You see the way I brutalize the mic, right |
| This for niggas in prison flying kites |
| Knew how to shoot a gun 'fore they knew how to ride a bike |
| You know what’s up nigga |
| You know where to find me at pull-up nigga |
| You know you can’t fuck with us |
| Even your baby mama know you just a fuck nigga |
| Gelato in my Dutch nigga |
| Henny XO in my cup nigga |
| You know what’s up nigga |
| You know where to find me at pull-up nigga |
| Let them niggas tell it them niggas is working |
| When I see them niggas in person them niggas is hurting |
| I’m drinking Henny XO getting twisted with Birkin |
| Got the chopper in the window barrel stick through the curtains |
| Got the dope in a time box, no it isn’t detergent |
| Always use the same chef cause he be whipping it perfect |
| You think he a real nigga, but he really a serpent |
| Two to the back of the head, leave him finished for certain |
| My nigga got fifteen, he was hustling |
| I gave these niggas a lane, word to my brother Saddam |
| These niggas do big things when they fucking with Con |
| Like James Jones got six rings fucking with 'Bron |
| I put out classics, don’t like rappers, I don’t dap 'em |
| I’ll tax 'em, for a feature, to out-rap 'em |
| On each song, he speak wrong, then I’ll slap him |
| like Frank Lucas with blood on his Alpaca, motherfucker |
| You know what’s up nigga |
| You know where to find me at pull-up nigga |
| You know you can’t fuck with us |
| Even your baby mama know you just a fuck nigga |
| Gelato in my Dutch nigga |
| Henny XO in my cup nigga |
| You know what’s up nigga |
| You know where to find me at pull-up nigga |