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Hide the Body
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Hide the Body was released on January 3, 2019 by Conway the Machine as a part of the album Eif 2: Eat What U Kill
January 3, 2019
LabelConway the Machine
LanguageEnglish
BPM78
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pop him in the Bando then hide the body
Took police a whole month to find the body
We the mob so I'ma die a Gotti
G Wagon, I embody, skyscraper laws with acquired lobby
[Verse 2]
I drive the Mazi, got the blicky on my hip as well
Get hit with shells, I'm that **** and your bitch can tell (She know)
It's water whipped then my clique can tell
Dope boys hit my cell, sat on the paper so long, it's getting stale
[Verse 3]
Jue Lan Club eating lobster fried rice
Chicken satay, peanut sauce, watches got ice
Blood bottles got spikes
Young riders got life
Slung product, high price
Drug violence, Glock fights
Plus **** I used to run with is rich
From making bricks, do front flips then ate off the strips that I funded
[Verse 4]
**** I used to pump with
**** I used to go to free lunch with turned into a killer, he'll leave you slumped quick
I keep my pistol on me, plotting to shoot
Same 40 belows, I seen Pac rocking in Juice
[Verse 5]
Tucked the thirty-shot I got for a deuce
It was a dread, he put a pick in your head, but you're not from The Roots
I'm the best, the shit I dropped was the proof (TT3)
Wes and Con walked me to the door, I turned up when I got in the loot
[Verse 6]
I push the button, drop the top of the Coupe
I came a long way from trap kitchen whipping trying to lock up a deuce
You know I'm good out in Yonkers with Louch
Bullets don't got no names on them, trust me, they confident too
[Verse 7]
Yeah, even in prison, all the opps get it too
I send a kite behind the wall and get him shot for a soup
Knot so big, keep busting the rubber bands off
Hustle gram czar, I can't call another man boss
Own properties, I don't got no fucking landlord
Put her in Gucci, I told her take them fucking Vans off, bitch
[Verse 8]
Gun in hand, I'm dumping like Duh Duh Man, y'all
Turn your back on a thief or you cut his hands off
No bank account, dirty money in the crib washed
My resume with the plug about three hundred bands long
The Butcher, ****
Written by: Demond Price
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