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Conway the Machine - Ninja Man (Official Visualizer) (feat. Swizz Beatz)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Performer
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Performer
Elijah Hooks
Elijah Hooks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demond Price
Demond Price
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Music Man Ty
Music Man Ty
Producer
Avenue beatz
Avenue beatz
Producer
Rook Flair Of J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
Rook Flair Of J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
Mixing Engineer
Mark Christensen
Mark Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Nick Cavalieri
Nick Cavalieri
Engineer
Jodie Grayson Williams
Jodie Grayson Williams
Recording Engineer
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Producer

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Za-za-za, zone-zone-zone Machine, za-za, zone-zone (yeah) I make the anthems that the trap sing (damn) Stack cream, the Maybach Vision matte green (right?) I tore the streets up with my last thing But when me and Swizzy connect, it's a mad team (Goddamn) Finals MVP, when I won my last ring "Won't He Do It" woke 'em up quick like a bad dream (whoo!) Met a new connect, now we a tag team 50 joints came, I got it on the arm, COVID vaccine (talk to 'em) I took a major loss, but that ain't make us fall Oh, they thought they scored, but we waved it off (yeah) We started out weighin' raw Interfere with stick like Method Man when he play lacrosse The shots, I had to shake 'em off, then became a boss Songs with Wayne and Ross when I did business with Shady and Paul (talk to 'em) Now my name ringing bells way across seas (yeah) Squeeze stick, he twitch like Adin Ross, talk They talk and they talk and they talking (they talking) They talk and they talk and they talking (they talking) They talk and they keep on fucking talking (they talking) Haha, well, let's talk about it One car in my garage cost your plane, man (cap) It don't mean nothing to me, it's like a plain Jane Niggas come up on the block and do the damn thing Machine and Swizz Beatz came through with that bang-bang, bang-bang It's Mr. Double Entrendre Man (talk to 'em) Got three months in the box for having contraband (Jesus) Hood legend with the pots and pans (uh) Cooking up, leave the kitchen smoking like Rasta Man The bag getting foolish, Timberlands Louis I'm in the kitchen whipping two bricks, that's callaloo and stew fish (damn) My strap got a drum on that bitch and a coolant kit My OGs was really moving bricks, them my influences (damn) Denim Tears junior two unionship (uh) Machine getting stupid rich, what we doing, Swizz? (We doing many things) They book me for shows in Budapest The homie just came home from prison, still tryna shoot a sket Uh, real lead clappers push your head backwards (damn) They I know I spit that redrum spelled backwards (damn) Uh, Bryson cooking fish up, it ain't red snapper (uh) Stay off that phone in case the feds tap us, whoa (whip up) Everything proper Make 'em push, they release back when Machine pop up (a-hahaha) Celine shopper from the fiends copping (uh-huh) Now me and Swizzy running the triple re-option (I'm early) They talk and they talk and they talking They talk and they talk and they talking They talk and they keep on fucking talking Well, let's talk about it Lighters, let 'em see them lighters Lighters, lighters, you gon' see them lighters Lighters, lighters, you play around with lighters Lighters, lighters, lighters when they toss up Lighters when they toss up Light the whole trap up, we light the whole block up Lighters, lighters, wanna see them lighters Lighters, lighters, Machine them lighters Lighters, grrah They talk and they talk and they talking They talk and they motherfucking talking They talk and they talk and they talking Haha, well, let's talk about it Machine, za-za Man this shit I got a Fiat Haha (all stacks) oh, man They wanna talk crazy? Let's talk crazy Everything on my mom, it's about six in the world, minimum Maximum Independence You know what I'm saying? Like C'mon, man Easy Everything in my garage, five point somethin' They all machines Vroom One-seaters, two-seaters, three seaters Vroom They ain't even for driving, they for watching, though (Goddamnit) They keep talking
Writer(s): Demond Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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