| Turn that shit up some
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| Nah mean?
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| I want to feel it in my soul my nigga
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| Gotta give these niggas that gospel ya feel me
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| Machine, bitch
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| Griselda, nigga
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| You know what I hate though?
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| It’s always one of you bum ass niggas that be talking all wreckless like ya’ll
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| niggas really live that life
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| Like ya’ll niggas really bout that, nigga
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| Put one of you niggas on a t-shirt nigga
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| For real nigga
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| I’m from the hood nigga
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| All I see is bodies
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| Everybody that got a body where I’m from
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| Get a strap from somebody, there’s probably a body on the gun
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| My little shooters will body anybody under the sun
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| One nigga mention my name
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| Everybody getting the drum
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| For fun
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| Look
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| I don’t let a fuck nigga by me
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| Cause they just wanna be under a King, like Kyrie
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| Niggas took the Love out the game like Olynyk
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| So use your head, nigga, before you get a hole in it (For Real)
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| 50 shot fold ups, I unload the shit
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| Had niggas running and ducking and jumping over shit
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| I pull up on you, it’s over with
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| In one year, I watched my brother take over shit
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| G-Star Raw, Balmain moto shit
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| Hibachi filet and shrimp, my Kyoto dish
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| Your Cuban hollow, your Rollie tick
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| I’m doing drive-bys dolo, I’m a soloist!
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| Even if it’s broad day outside, I’m still letting off the K outside
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| Nigga I’m shooting like Klay outside
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| Cause everyday a nigga’s gun spray outside
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| And I ain’t trying to lay outside
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| I’m from the hood where the G’s sell yay-outside
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| It could be 4 in the morning, nigga they outside
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| Kick his door down, rob the nigga barefaced
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| Blow his fitted on the back hall staircase
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| Now his baby mama got the scared face
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| She gonna take me to their safe
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| You ain’t a fly nigga, everything you wear fake
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| Rocking Fashion Rebels letterman, the sleeves are rare snake
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| My dawg got a rackateer case
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| Taking it to trial, I hope he get a fair shake
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| And you rap niggas disgust me
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| One of the illest out, you’ve gotta discuss me
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| Good kid, but I let the streets corrupt me
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| Fuck around, your life gonna come to an end abruptly
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| I’m that nigga I must be
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| Fuck a bitch once, and now she trying to cuff me
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| You ain’t a shooter, you’re gun dusty
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| Black tape on the handle, the.38 rusty (Pow pow pow)
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| Fuck these niggas talking about?
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| Ayo Daringer man, I got these niggas, man
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| Conway the Machine, S-E Gang nigga, Griselda Bitch
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| You know how I do, you know how I play, Westside what’s popping nigga
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| Yeah, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blakk Tape , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Song from the album Reject 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп