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Ninja Man Prod. By Swizz Beatz
Conway the Machine
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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
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