| Yeah, Griselda
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| I just wanna be myself
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| Know what i mean?
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| I ain’t tryna be like all these other niggas
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| Fuck these niggas by the way
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| Hahaha, yeah
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| I told you it was gettin spooky grim
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| Look at these niggas like who is them?
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| Yeah, bodies left, when I’m through with them
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| I’m in the booth, spewing phlegm
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| This shit is cinematic, you should film
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| Uh, told my shooter tonight we movin' in
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| I shoot the 10 gauge, niggas’ll lose a limb
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| Uh, bottle of Spade lobster fried rice
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| If this The Source era, GOAT would’ve got 5 mics
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| I’m just recitin my life when I write
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| You can’t afford a feature, it’s a high price
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| They shot my nigga in the thigh twice
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| He died right on the spot
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| The bullet hit an artery, I cried nights
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| Told his brother we gon' ride, that’s on my life
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| 50 rounds loaded in my pipe for the fire fight
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| Misplaced checks all over my Nike’s
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| I rhyme nice, Google it nigga go check my highlights
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| I ain’t nuttin' like these niggas, and they nuttin like me (not at all)
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| See their face when they lookin from the side line (they mad)
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| I’m everything that you wanna be (haaaaa)
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| In your projects with all my jewels on
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| My shooter got it on him if you move wrong
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| Wig shot left his roof gone (Boom boom boom!)
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| Wig shot left his roof gone
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| You already know how I move bro
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| Machine write that mafia shit, Mario Puzo
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| Told lil bro if he move let off the uzo
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| Put his shit back on his stomach you dumpin' too low
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| I’m too blunted, count blue hundreds you know the usual
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| Bitches in London love like me I was Jason Derulo
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| You pop shit, then apologized, you still food though
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| Just cause you paid me for a feature, don’t mean we cool bro
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| It was all business, you ain’t squad, you ain’t GxFR nigga
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| I stood on that corner long winters
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| Hot pockets and chips
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| Shit, my pocket rocket was a Glock and two clips
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| Now it’s a hundred thousand just to hop in a whip
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| Shopping at Phipps with a provocative bitch
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| The kicks that I’m rockin' from Kith
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| They say this flow that I got is a gift
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| That’s why I gotta be at the top of the list
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| When they speak of the best, cause what I’m jottin is sick (you see what I’m
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| doing?)
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| This shit that I’m jottin has gotten me rich
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| Shot on my head and lived that some Impossible shit
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| We stood on the blocks nigga we made chips
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| Niggas got out of pocket then we sprayed sticks (brrt)
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| Pushed the white Wraith, when they see me they flip (uh huh)
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| Huh, paint the top red like D-Wade lips (haaaa), motherfuckas
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| I ain’t nuttin' like these niggas, and they nuttin like me (not at all)
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| See their face when they lookin from the side line (they mad)
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| I’m everything that you wanna be (haaaaa)
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| In your projects with all my jewels on
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| My shooter got it on him if you move wrong
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| Wig shot left his roof gone (Boom boom boom!)
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| Wig shot left his roof gone
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| Yeah
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| Who the fuck is these niggas man?
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| I ain’t nothing like these niggas man
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| Me and my niggas move different
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| Feel me?
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| Straight like that, niggas know what’s up nigga
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| I ain’t even gotta explain
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| You run up nigga, you getting ran down on, period
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| I don’t give a fuck who listenin' nigga
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| Hahaha
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| That’s how we do nigga
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| I stay with it, stay ready nigga
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| Straight like that, Griselda bitch
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| Machine nigga, Daringer what up? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Puzo, artist - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Album song Blakk Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп