Conway The Machine, Busta Rhymes - Land O' Lakes lyrics

Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S.

[Conway The Machine, Busta Rhymes - Land O' Lakes lyrics]

Yeah yeah, hahaha
This shit is effortless, nigga
Let me see what I got

Look, the shooter snort a gram of flake
Shit was Land O'Lake
Bandana on face, blammin' at ya nanna' place
(Boom, boom, boom)
Hold the K with the banana straight
And if your life don't end
At least a limb they'll have to amputate
Uh, kick down ya door, and demand ya cake
Bell's palsy
But bitches still love my handsome face
Conway, this shit is like Deontay
Wilder versus a Bantamweight
I'll beat you 'til one of my hands'll break
Bricks from the cartel
Stamped with the naked lady
Drum on the F&H'll wake ya baby
You hear the classic shit I'm makin' lately
Ain't it crazy
The kid with the twisted face
The new face of Shady
White Bentley trucks, guts was blue suede
Shit was all bulletproof like Luke Cage
Bitches tell me I'm the new wave
On Westmont Nickels I'm eatin' New Wave
My joy roll niggas ride with two K's
Get rid of a few bodies, dug a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't swallow
Uh, kilo chain, Cartier goggles
Uh, how you talkin' money
When ya chain's hollow?
I blow ya heart out of your body
Then your brain follow west my brother
Gotta get through me to get to him
Gotta get through me before you get to Em
Ain't drop an album yet
Already 'bout to hit a M
It's gettin' spooky for these rappers
Shit is gettin' grim
I'm from a hood where bodyin' shit is a must
Now I'm up
Bad bitches like Rihanna what I lust
Uh, you better off payin' homage
You know what's up
I'm takin' the league by a storm
Like Giannis for the Bucks, ah

Yo, prepare for the massacre
Kill the driver and killl the passenger
No prisoners this year
Somebody call the medical examiner
Complicate your cardiovascular
It's the ambassador
Of sledgehammerin' niggas 'fore I throw
'em over the banister
And stuffin' every body part up
Inside of a small canister
Instead of Jeru, they call me
(I HATE YOU) the Damaja
And while we here, look lil homie
Handle ya business bruh
(I'M NOT YA FUCKIN' FRIEND) we can
Be cool after I'm finished, bruh
Completely different sides of the spectrum
See what the distance does
Separate the dealers from the fiends
Go 'head and sniff the drugs
Two types of different human
Beings bleedin' different bloods
Ignite the sickest bud
Leavin' 'em layin' right where
The witness was
Way the Gods'll fuck shit up
Niggas callin' me religious thug (HA)
How I broke shit up
Niggas'll spaz the way the bitches bug
And the witness runs back for
Cover and they compliments it
Then they compliments me because I
Let 'em live to (DOCUMENT IT)
Uh huh, yeah (THE TOPIC IS TOO TOXIC)
I'm lockin' it down with the boom bap
It's so hard for me to stop it
(HA) Nigga, change bitch (HA)
I change (HA) the game quick (HA! HA)
Y'all say the same shit (HA)
Y'all look like the same flick, same prick
How you gettin' bread when ya pitchin'
On the same strip? Strange clique (HA)
No need to frown
Y'all go down on the same chick
(HA) , brain sick
It keeps callin' my name that
Type hunger I undergo
Bus-a-Bus up in this bitch
Got beat soundin' like herd of BUFFALO

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