Crime Pays - CONWAY THE MACHINE, E Jake

Crime Pays - CONWAY THE MACHINE, E Jake

Год
2017
Язык
`Inglês`
Длительность
186720

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Crime Pays

CONWAY THE MACHINE, E Jake

Switch whips like chicks hate gettin spotted by a fraud

Switch my broads like drawers, so my feelings not involved

Look- I need 'em fresh, let me iron out my problems

And uh- don’t need the stress, why don’t you whine about it tomorrow

Dope money, coke money, roll a gun smoke money

Break bullets down like bud if we get it in blood

I’m with whatever, feed the children

Really not with the killin, more about all this this audio drug dealin

Look we thug niggas, love women, love winnin'

Don’t wanna hear about when was winnin', duhhhhh nigga

I got the keys call me DJ Khaled/

And uh- I got the greens, call me MC salad

I gotta lotta lettuce, lotta cheddar cheese, lotta cabbage

Pourin' diamond dressin over yellow, white, rose gold karats

Forgive me lord I’m talkin' like a savage

We Barcotic rhyme slangin, name rangin', livin' lash

A brink stash, minks drag, payin bills and drink tabs

Calculate your moves slow, but you gotta think fast (think fast nigga,

matter fact think cash nigga)

Boost and brag, post the swag, IG I post & tag

Pound key Life is Good, round me, Broke is Bad (true facts nigga,

that’s why I think cash nigga)

Crime Pays *repeat 4x*

Look, all my shooters lurk well (they lurkin' nigga)

Mac rangin' like church bells (brrrrrttt)

Cocaine ressy on my work scale

Keep a strap, fuck who you shot, you could get murked still (can take an L too

nigga)

Pussy Get your brains blew in the wind

Ayo these niggas can’t fuck with me when I’m movin' the pen

Move a hundred bags of sour then do it again (hustlin'!)

I’m '96 Jordan, I’ma shoot for the win (haaa!)

Pack the big gat with the long pipe

The jacket is Off-White™

Before rap I actually offed white (talk to 'em)

Yeah- that’s facts, I had a hard life

I could remember coming home to cut off lights (uh-huh) I even starved nights

Got a pack from homie then I ran it up

Sellin' fifties in the trap house with the hammer tucked

Ain’t leavin' til my plans is up, you trippin' if you thinkin' that my nine

don’t spray

Who sayin' crime don’t pay?

I tell them niggas

Crime Pays *repeat 3X*

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