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John Woo Flick

John Woo Flick

歌手：Conway The Machine、Benny the Butcher、Westside Gunn

所属专辑：God Don't Make Mistakes

发行时间：2022-02-25

发行公司：Shady Records/Interscope Records

  • 文本歌词
  • LRC歌词
  • 作词 : Demond Price/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paladino/Ricki Lamar Thomas
  • 作曲 : Demond Price/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paladino/Ricki Lamar Thomas
  • [Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
  • Look, tell them rap niggas we takin' over, had to change the flow up
  • Now I'm in the Maybach sippin' a Spade mimosa
  • Take a big and make the quota with the bakin' soda
  • Pray to Jehovah, K with the shoulder strap, spray, it's over (Brr)
  • Wait, hold up, if I say so, spray your Rover
  • Spray the fold-up, niggas good fellas like Ray Liotta (Hah)
  • Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr)
  • Shooter sniff the yay, he need to wake his nose up (Cash)
  • I'm from the East side, them niggas over there be wildin' (Uh-huh)
  • And catchin' bodies, throwin' bullets like Aaron Rodgers (Talk to 'em)
  • I'm lookin' at these rap niggas like, "Is there a problem?" (What's poppin', nigga?)
  • I part the middle of your head like Larry Johnson (Woo)
  • Kush in the morning, drink my 'gnac in the day
  • I'm tired of hearin' old niggas talk about back in the day (**** outta here)
  • I ride around with two things, that's a MAC and a K
  • Act like I'm playin', I'm pullin' up and I'ma blast you away (Brr brr, brr, brr)
  • Uh, yeah, I need to see the money pile over (Uh-huh)
  • My shooter comin' off the bench like Kyle Korver (Boom, boom, boom)
  • Hide the body for a month and left a foul odor
  • I'm Kobe Bryant on my team, I'm the ****in' closer, nigga (Machine)

  • [Chorus: Conway the Machine]
  • Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh)
  • Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (The whole house heard that shit, nigga)
  • Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga, empty them clips, homie)
  • Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)

  • [Bridge: Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher]
  • Daringer compared to RZA
  • I'm compared to niggas that'll stab you in your face with a pair of scissors (Hold that)
  • Courtside watchin' the Wizards, Cartiers expensive (Uh-huh)
  • Air the extended (Uh-huh), have you layin' somewhere in intensive (Brr brr, ah)

  • [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
  • I swing this MAC, I'm clearin' the fences
  • Enough shooters on my team to embarrass the Pistons (Nigga)
  • The trap empty, all I had, kitchenware and a biscuit (That's it)
  • I need a pile of dirty cash and somewhere I can rinse it (Uh-huh)
  • This for my niggas in the Fed max who pray daily (I 'member that)
  • My dawg pulled his mask up and sprayed eighty (Brr)
  • That's Wayne Perry shit, y'all niggas Wayne Bradys (Y'all pussy, huh)
  • I'm leavin' with your daughter if you can't pay me (What's poppin'?)
  • These OGs 'round me real veterans (Facts)
  • My shooters real reckless, it take a lot for me to feel threatened (Nigga)
  • In interviews, they askin' real questions (Like what?)
  • Like, "Is you still hustlin'? In videos, you usin' real weapons?" (No comment)
  • If it's time to clip you, we the ones to move
  • I got the call about it before I seen it on the news (Ah)
  • Light brown interior, the seats peanut butter too
  • The whole gang be doin' life if we leave it up to you (Uh, you a rat, nigga)
  • Everybody G 'til they get hit with a hawk (Hit with a hawk)
  • Walk the main line in the L and get hit with a fork (Uh-huh)
  • Had a clientele's list that was as big as New York
  • That's why the door on my bedroom thick as a vault
  • The Butcher, nigga, ah

  • [Verse 3: Westside Gunn]
  • Ayo, no bricks in the Off-White RIMOWA
  • Them shits see-through, we rock it for the culture
  • Bodies on each pole, keep actin' like you know us (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
  • Beautiful nightmares, we runnin' out of soda
  • So much Dior Homme, thought I was Kim Jones
  • **** it, cop me an island, dip the Benz in gold (Skrrt)
  • Cook another brick, then the kitchen closed (Ah)
  • Ran up in his locker, take that nigga phone (Ah)
  • Catch him in his cell, my ahk sprayed him up (Brr)
  • He did it for some oil and a prayer rug
  • MachineGun in the summer, still wearin' gloves
  • B.O meet me in the mess hall with all my Bloods
  • Inshallah, I see a hundred
  • Get caught with it, I'll be home in three summers (Ah)
  • Get caught without it, might not live to speak about it
  • My nigga still got forty, he might not leave up out it

  • [Chorus: Conway the Machine]
  • Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh)
  • Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (The whole house heard that shit, nigga)
  • Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga, empty them clips, homie)
  • Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)
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  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Demond Price/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paladino/Ricki Lamar Thomas
  • [00:00.954] 作曲 : Demond Price/Alvin Worthy/Jeremie Pennick/Thomas Paladino/Ricki Lamar Thomas
  • [00:01.909][Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
  • [00:13.210]Look, tell them rap niggas we takin' over, had to change the flow up
  • [00:17.232]Now I'm in the Maybach sippin' a Spade mimosa
  • [00:19.996]Take a big and make the quota with the bakin' soda
  • [00:23.260]Pray to Jehovah, K with the shoulder strap, spray, it's over (Brr)
  • [00:26.715]Wait, hold up, if I say so, spray your Rover
  • [00:29.977]Spray the fold-up, niggas good fellas like Ray Liotta (Hah)
  • [00:33.238]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr)
  • [00:36.688]Shooter sniff the yay, he need to wake his nose up (Cash)
  • [00:39.951]I'm from the East side, them niggas over there be wildin' (Uh-huh)
  • [00:42.837]And catchin' bodies, throwin' bullets like Aaron Rodgers (Talk to 'em)
  • [00:46.354]I'm lookin' at these rap niggas like, "Is there a problem?" (What's poppin', nigga?)
  • [00:49.618]I part the middle of your head like Larry Johnson (Woo)
  • [00:52.633]Kush in the morning, drink my 'gnac in the day
  • [00:54.899]I'm tired of hearin' old niggas talk about back in the day (**** outta here)
  • [00:58.162]I ride around with two things, that's a MAC and a K
  • [01:01.678]Act like I'm playin', I'm pullin' up and I'ma blast you away (Brr brr, brr, brr)
  • [01:04.683]Uh, yeah, I need to see the money pile over (Uh-huh)
  • [01:08.699]My shooter comin' off the bench like Kyle Korver (Boom, boom, boom)
  • [01:11.962]Hide the body for a month and left a foul odor
  • [01:15.980]I'm Kobe Bryant on my team, I'm the ****in' closer, nigga (Machine)
  • [01:18.745]
  • [01:18.996][Chorus: Conway the Machine]
  • [01:19.998]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh)
  • [01:26.209]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (The whole house heard that shit, nigga)
  • [01:32.984]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga, empty them clips, homie)
  • [01:39.762]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)
  • [01:42.267]
  • [01:43.775][Bridge: Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher]
  • [01:45.281]Daringer compared to RZA
  • [01:47.286]I'm compared to niggas that'll stab you in your face with a pair of scissors (Hold that)
  • [01:51.004]Courtside watchin' the Wizards, Cartiers expensive (Uh-huh)
  • [01:54.262]Air the extended (Uh-huh), have you layin' somewhere in intensive (Brr brr, ah)
  • [01:57.280]
  • [01:57.782][Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
  • [01:58.538]I swing this MAC, I'm clearin' the fences
  • [02:00.409]Enough shooters on my team to embarrass the Pistons (Nigga)
  • [02:04.178]The trap empty, all I had, kitchenware and a biscuit (That's it)
  • [02:07.192]I need a pile of dirty cash and somewhere I can rinse it (Uh-huh)
  • [02:10.456]This for my niggas in the Fed max who pray daily (I 'member that)
  • [02:13.722]My dawg pulled his mask up and sprayed eighty (Brr)
  • [02:16.868]That's Wayne Perry shit, y'all niggas Wayne Bradys (Y'all pussy, huh)
  • [02:20.383]I'm leavin' with your daughter if you can't pay me (What's poppin'?)
  • [02:23.394]These OGs 'round me real veterans (Facts)
  • [02:25.902]My shooters real reckless, it take a lot for me to feel threatened (Nigga)
  • [02:29.386]In interviews, they askin' real questions (Like what?)
  • [02:32.140]Like, "Is you still hustlin'? In videos, you usin' real weapons?" (No comment)
  • [02:35.656]If it's time to clip you, we the ones to move
  • [02:38.918]I got the call about it before I seen it on the news (Ah)
  • [02:42.685]Light brown interior, the seats peanut butter too
  • [02:45.194]The whole gang be doin' life if we leave it up to you (Uh, you a rat, nigga)
  • [02:48.713]Everybody G 'til they get hit with a hawk (Hit with a hawk)
  • [02:51.979]Walk the main line in the L and get hit with a fork (Uh-huh)
  • [02:54.991]Had a clientele's list that was as big as New York
  • [02:58.005]That's why the door on my bedroom thick as a vault
  • [03:01.520]The Butcher, nigga, ah
  • [03:03.025]
  • [03:03.452][Verse 3: Westside Gunn]
  • [03:03.703]Ayo, no bricks in the Off-White RIMOWA
  • [03:05.710]Them shits see-through, we rock it for the culture
  • [03:08.476]Bodies on each pole, keep actin' like you know us (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
  • [03:11.744]Beautiful nightmares, we runnin' out of soda
  • [03:14.757]So much Dior Homme, thought I was Kim Jones
  • [03:18.268]**** it, cop me an island, dip the Benz in gold (Skrrt)
  • [03:21.786]Cook another brick, then the kitchen closed (Ah)
  • [03:25.230]Ran up in his locker, take that nigga phone (Ah)
  • [03:28.243]Catch him in his cell, my ahk sprayed him up (Brr)
  • [03:31.664]He did it for some oil and a prayer rug
  • [03:34.925]MachineGun in the summer, still wearin' gloves
  • [03:37.836]B.O meet me in the mess hall with all my Bloods
  • [03:41.346]Inshallah, I see a hundred
  • [03:44.361]Get caught with it, I'll be home in three summers (Ah)
  • [03:47.624]Get caught without it, might not live to speak about it
  • [03:50.888]My nigga still got forty, he might not leave up out it
  • [03:53.903]
  • [03:54.404][Chorus: Conway the Machine]
  • [03:55.405]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh)
  • [04:01.821]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (The whole house heard that shit, nigga)
  • [04:08.603]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga, empty them clips, homie)
  • [04:18.138]Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)
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