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100,000 Machine Gunz (feat. Royce Da 5'9" & Conway The Machine) letra


Brrttt
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Ayo (ayo, hitler on steroids)

Ayo, it's the zebra v2 rocker, guess who?
Mr. Completely in a lex coupe (skrrrrrr)
Hundred round drum, more fire (brrr)
I keep it on my jit, he got no priors
God bless the niggas doing twenty over crack sales
Human made hoodie, jacket pastel
Push a gold plated 'rari (skrrrrr)
A thousand bricks cracked the last scale
Servin' all nights, fiends up
Three days, no sleep, I gotta re-up (ow!)
Kaws painting hanging over the bape stove (bape stove)
Bape stove (bape stove)
Jewelry hang glisten, leave your brains missin' (boom boom boom)
Cva whippin' (skrrt) nigga face twitchin' (blrrt)
Bag of ace fishin', bucket hat flippin'
Running through the bricks, like usain in that kitchen (woo)
Insane when I'm dealin', hand to hand killin'
Went to sleep, dreamt a million bricks, woke up like God willin'
Real nigga shit, shady just dropped off the bag
Now I'm 'bout to go flip the shit, tell papi I'll be right back

Took the ones to cop the island (woo)
Took the ones to cop the island (woo)
Took the ones to cop the island (ah)
Took the ones to cop the island

One hundred thousand machine guns get found in a row
Come to your town, fuck ya fee hoe, knock 'em down in a row
Sniffin' cocaine off the table and the line in a row
One hundred thousand machine guns found in a row (blrrt)

Look, I don't ask shit, I just spaz
Ski mask on in the aston, headed to bible class
As the water in the streets splash, it's the fiberglass
I classify your last album as weak ass cyber trash
I've amassed so many bodies, I keep bags by the bags
Right or wrong, I'm willing to live or die by the song
Tattoos of my newborn son on my right arm by the psalm
I'm legendary like iverson
Counting cash, splitting the pie with none
Never will I divide the sum
I'ma just forever be living or die by the gun
Uh, black and white tuxedo, tuck ego, regal billy dee though
Touch cheese so cerebral skeezes be like: Fuck me, fuck me mo'
Uh, prayers up, fuck evil
Either we in the players' club or a cathedral
Up underneath a gazebo, clutch, squeeze, blow
But allow us to begin
That's right, I'm just gettin' started
I got sluts and they lined up for the win
I'ma be 'round here forever
And the only thing falling off is my nut from her chin
Thinking is a nigga time up, then, when?
As I go to lift the blinds up at the wind
Woo, they call a nigga wrecking ball nickel
No shark swimmin’ or dentist'll check a jaw quicker
Product of my mama and papa upper dresser drawer wisdom
If there's a check involved
I disconnect from flaw and then I connect to raw business
Uh, if there's an upper echelon
Then every echelon should know I'm in this
Uh, the air hole on a barrel
Make the tecs so extra long-winded, uh

Took the ones to cop the island (woo)
Took the ones to cop the island (woo)
Took the ones to cop the island (ah)
Took the ones to cop the island

One hundred thousand machine guns get found in a row
Come to your town, fuck ya fee hoe, knock 'em down in a row
Sniffin' cocaine off the table and the line in a row (uh, yeah)
One hundred thousand machine guns found in a row (blrrt)

I pop the sticks, see fire comin' out the chopper pipe
These other niggas rappin' but they not as nice
Whippin' rock, the white, flood the watch with ice
My dawg just got some more blocks and plus he dropped the price
Cop killas' and them clips, them shits'll stop ya life
Fuck all these niggas, my gun work, and plus, I can fight
Have you shot tonight, I was broke but now my pockets right
Drinkin' spade, my bitch don't drink 'pagne
She like Cîroc and sprite, aight?
I'm a legend, you missin' the point
Ride through the hood with a stick in the royce
I'm good when I visit detroit, I pull up and kick it with royce
Triple just hit me and said he got hoes, I can get any bitch of my choice
Nigga shot me and twisted my face but it ain't do shit to my voice
These niggas can't fuck with the flow at all
You know my protocol
The grimy shit? I'm the one you know to call
Hit your head with this mac till I blow it off, yeah, uh
Real life, really sold the soft, yeah
Real life, shot niggas, got the city on my shoulders, uh

Griselda, griselda

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