| Assassins
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| Yeah, uh
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| Look
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| My mind carry this info, I share with a pencil (Talk to 'em)
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| Assassins
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| I used to stare out my window
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| See my older homie 19, and he steerin' the Benzo
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| Niggas don’t play ball, sellin' raw, they apparently into
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| You see me wearin' this Kenzo hat, you know I did what I been through
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| They sick I’m gettin' money, clearly resentful (They mad)
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| It’s spooky, nigga, the shit I spit is very suspenseful (Hah)
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| My bars give you the fear of God, bitch, I’m Jerry Lorenzo (Hahahaha)
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| Ah, spin through your area, air the extendo (Brr)
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| I recorded this F.O.O.D 4 in a day, it was simple
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| Most of you rap niggas is washed, your career’s in a limbo
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| You hatin', man, all of these jewels that I wear to offend you (See my jewels)
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| Real hustler, I got three phones
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| Refrigerator broke, it ain’t no ice, leave that cold water in the sink on, uh
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| Rockin' that brick, got my Dior pink on (Talk to 'em)
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| Uh, rockin' that shit, I don’t got nothing cheap on (Ooh)
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| You know what we on, pistol whip that nigga, broke his cheekbone
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| Shot him on Dote and Bailey, they found his body on Keystone, uh (Boom)
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| Gunpowder residue all on my VLONE, ha
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| Write pain like a shot in your right knee bone (Ha)
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| You rap about bricks but you broke, that don’t even out (Talk to 'em)
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| Give my youngin a blick, he gon' shoot at your people house (Brr, brr)
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| I live everything that I sing about, been through some shit that I really can’t
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| speak about
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| I have a fuck nigga, white boy in cheap amount, I fuck them hoes on IG that you
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| dream about
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| I’ll call up Cutta, he gon' bring that steamer out, iron on waist so they get
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| every wrinkle out
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| Fuck did you think about, 30 shots ringin' out, ah (Brr, brr, brr)
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| Griselda
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| By Fashion Rebels |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Spoons , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Song from the album Look What I Became, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп