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Fendi Seats (feat. Westside Gunn)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Ghost Ltd
Big Ghost Ltd
Performer
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Big Ghost Ltd
Big Ghost Ltd
Songwriter
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Songwriter
Alvin Worthy
Alvin Worthy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Producer

Texty

Look, Machine, bitch, I kill movements I will snap, promise you, scrap, I will lose it Strapped with this big ass MAC, I will use it Pop him, then pop him again, he still movin' Niggas got all these fantasies about coke sales Okay, my nigga, whatever make ya boat sail But me, I don't speak about the shit I don't sell I'm a SE G, I don't ride coattails All it take is a phone call made Four goons, four K's get ya porch sprayed I'm just tryna see my name on a Forbes page My new shit sound like something the Lord made A fuck nigga can't shake my hand And it's fuck any nigga if he snaked my man You dickride when you see me, you straight my fan I will slap you like a bitch 'til I break my hand, my nigga Haha, mad resi on my digi Squares with the stamp in the middle, they smellin' pissy Nigga in the hood talkin' all crazy, I'm like "Who is he?" Gave my youngin' the 30 shot, told him to get busy Can't touch me or my slime, hands-off policy Niggas gon' riot in the city if a nigga body me So think before you niggas throw a shot at me No respect, goons outside the church where yo momma be It gotta be like that, I know a nigga, let his pipe clap They gave him 25 to life He appealed it and gave them crackers that life back Eighteen in and seven left, then he back just like he never left 50 pull ups on the bar, now he's on his 11th set (Hahahaha) Ayo, now that I got your attention, I'd like to mention I'm gifted Purple Label suspenders, MAC-11 extended Runnin' with killas, Margielas on menaces, dealing fish Using too much soda was ignorant Mind ya business or ya brains gon' hit the ceiling, Allah willing I can count a half a billion on a yacht chillin', rockin Louis linen Who he kiddin'? You couldn't tie the strings of my Europeans See 'em, shoot his BM in the BM I had to leave 'em, leakin', stinkin' Almost threw up, you shoulda seen it Diadora Purple Tape's screechin', I hopped the fence Jumped in the GL Benz, Cartiers, no lens My nigga started reachin' Make sure you hit every muh'fucker in site Throw them shits in Lake Erie tonight He said chill go and hide
Writer(s): Demond Price, Big Ghost Ltd, Alvin Jamar Worthy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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