Conway The Machine, 2 Chainz - TRU Bethel lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
Tauheed Epps
[Conway The Machine, 2 Chainz - TRU Bethel lyrics]
God is the greatest
He's been good to me
Yeah, look
I know the lord is protectin' me
But I still keep me a chopper
(I got it, nigga)
Fifty up in the extendo, no
Weapon that's for niggas
Me that's gon' prosper
(Brr)
Told you the game, I'ma lock up
Bust the whole Cuban link
Even the lock up
(Bling)
Free all the real niggas locked up
Told the jeweler forty pointer the watch up
(Woo)
Now the bitches gotta watch us
(Talk to 'em)
Now the bitches see I levelled up (Hah)
You ain't on my level, I'ma level up
(Uh)
I just poured the deuce up in my 7-Up (Drink)
Bitches I'm seducin' isn't regular, put
The bitch in Gucci
I'ma dress her up
(Woo)
All this drip from Louis fill my dresser up
(Cap)
I can see the lord keep on blessin' us (Woo)
The lord keep on blessin' us, man, hahaha
He's been good, yeah
Hahahaha
I'm not like the rest of you niggas, I go
To your hood, put a check on you
Nigga
A shooter pull up, put a TEC to you
Nigga, wet you, then left you a vegetable
Nigga
(Brr)
That ho shit you on unacceptable, nigga, I
Shoot, I get foul, I get technical
Nigga
(Hah)
Yeah, even before this Corona shit
Still didn't wanna be next to you niggas
(Hahahaha)
Yeah, look at my legacy, legacy
(Woo) , God just keep blessin' me
Definitely
Yeah, fuckin' Vanessa and Stephanie, jeweler
Just bust the Rolex
He VS-in' me
Yeah, can't give you the rest of the recipe
(Nah)
Bullets in the head and neck of me
(Boom boom)
Lately, I'm feelin' the hate and the
Jealousy, but God is my shooter
My weaponry
(Amen, woo)
God is my shooter, my weaponry
Yeah, we blessed, man
Hahaha, can't you tell?
We blessed, baby
Tony
They say the new 'Vette like a 'Rari
('Rari) , give you old game like Atari (Uh)
I use big words like thesaurus, nobody hear a
Tree when it's fallin' in the forest
Yeah
(Timber)
Give me my roses, where the florist? Yeah
Got the folks hooked, no chorus
Yeah
Rest in peace True, word to Chuck, not
Norris, now the whip not foreign
Tow trucks like Morris
Got all these rings like Horry
(Horry) , never been me to worry (Worry)
I want the ring, the glory
Let her sleep in my chain for enjoyment
If I start trappin', that's
Unemployment, Rolls Royce
All the assortments
(Assortments)
Don't interfere with the fortress
(Fortress)
I leave a stain on the porches (Brr)