Letra de Ninja Man - Conway the Machine

(Feat. ["Swizz Beatz"])

Za-za-za, zone-zone-zone

Machine, za-za, zone-zone

Yeah, tell 'em I want a piece of every ting

Jesus, turn the beat up and we outta here

Every bloodclaat ting

I make the anthems that the trap sing

Stack cream, the Maybach Vision matte green

I tore the streets up with my last thing

But when me and Swizzy connect, it's a mad team

Finals MVP, when I won my last ring

"WON'T HE DO IT" woke 'em up quick like a bad dream (Woo)

Met a new connect, now we a tag team

Fifty 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

In the field with stick like Method Man when he played 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

Squeeze stick, he twitch like Adin Ross, talk

They talk and they talk and they talking

They talk and they talk and they talking

They talk and they keep on fucking talking

Haha, well, let's talk about it

One car in my garage cost your plane, man

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

Yeah, it's Mr. Double Entrendre Man

Got three months in the box for having contraband

Hood legend with the pots and pans

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

My strap got a drum on that bitch and a coolant kit

My OGs was really moving bricks, them my influences

Denim Tears Jordan 2, Union shit

Machine getting stupid rich, what we doing, Swizz?

They book me for shows in Budapest

The homie just came home from prison, still tryna shoot his sket (You gotta chill)

Uh, real lead clappers push your head backwards

They I know I spit that redrum spelled backwards

Uh, bredren cooking fish up, it ain't red snapper

Stay off that phone in case the feds tap us, woah (Whip up)

Everything proper

Make 'em push they release back when Machine pop up

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 gon' and toss up

Lighters, man 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 (Uh-huh)

Machine, za-za (Brrt, brrt)

Man this shit, I got a vineyard (Boom boom boom boom boom boom)

Haha (All stacks)

Oh man, haha (Get in your bag, nigga)

You wanna talk crazy? Let’s talk crazy (Talk your shit to 'em)

Everything on my arm is about six in the world minimum, maximum

Independence, you know what I'm saying, like

Come on, man, easy

Everything in my garage five-point-something

They all machines, vroom

One seaters, two seaters, three seaters, vroom, haha (Hah, hahahah)

They not even for driving, they for watching though (Goddammit!)

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