Conway The Machine, Rome Streetz, Trillmatic - Murder He Wrote lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine, Rome Streetz, Trillmatic - Murder He Wrote lyrics]
Trillmatic, what up?
Look street shit, we still at it
Trillmatic, I peel cabbage when I
Dump steel at it
Heh, if I want it trust me I will have it
Told you I'm the Machine
Fuck how you feel faggot
Yeah, pack cookies in the dutch
Every city I go I got pussy I can fuck
Trust, you don't wanna push me, I am nuts
Get to emptying this chopper
Make you pussy niggas duck
STK, I ain't come for the stay
Blast the coal grapes
Two lobsters held at my plate
Yeah, a hundred out the tip
Machine gun that hold like a
Hundred in the clip
I hope one of you pussy niggas tempt me
I'm squeezing this bitch til it's empty
Masked up, nobody knew what I did
You just snapped, back blew off your head
It's the Machinе motherfucker
Ayo, check no script, thеse hoes watch me
Guess my life is like a movie
I was living trife
Now I'm with your wife in the jacuzzi
Got a bunch of dead slave
Masters folded in my Subi's
Thrity black talons loaded in the Uzi
Bold and unruly
Murder he wrote on a loose leaf
Had the hoes loose off the blow and the Lucy
Butt naked playing Juicy
It was all a dream, over the digital
Not the triple-beam the workers crystalline
Turned it to cash now I'm sitting clean
Feasting on $300 plates, you cooking Sizzlean
Shit these niggas is a disgrace
I make em kiss the ring
Shoot the crown off the wig of the king
And let my little niggas dig through
His pockets and flee the scene
Where I'm from death is always 'round
The corner if your skin black
I went from jail cells to big
Stacks now that I sling raps
Now we lit nigga, fuck outta here
Look street shit, we still at it
Trillmatic, I peel cabbage when I
Dump steel at it
Heh, if I want it trust me I will have it
Told you I'm the Machine
Fuck how you feel faggot
Yeah, pack cookies in the dutch
Every city I go I got pussy I can fuck
Trust, you don't wanna push me, I am nuts
Get to emptying this chopper
Make you pussy niggas duck
STK, I ain't come for the stay
Blast the coal grapes
Two lobsters held at my plate
Yeah, a hundred out the tip
Machine gun that hold like a
Hundred in the clip
I hope one of you pussy niggas tempt me
I'm squeezing this bitch til it's empty
Masked up, nobody knew what I did
You just snapped, back blew off your head
It's the Machinе motherfucker
Ayo, check no script, thеse hoes watch me
Guess my life is like a movie
I was living trife
Now I'm with your wife in the jacuzzi
Got a bunch of dead slave
Masters folded in my Subi's
Thrity black talons loaded in the Uzi
Bold and unruly
Murder he wrote on a loose leaf
Had the hoes loose off the blow and the Lucy
Butt naked playing Juicy
It was all a dream, over the digital
Not the triple-beam the workers crystalline
Turned it to cash now I'm sitting clean
Feasting on $300 plates, you cooking Sizzlean
Shit these niggas is a disgrace
I make em kiss the ring
Shoot the crown off the wig of the king
And let my little niggas dig through
His pockets and flee the scene
Where I'm from death is always 'round
The corner if your skin black
I went from jail cells to big
Stacks now that I sling raps
Now we lit nigga, fuck outta here