Westside Gunn – Spoonz Ft. Conway The Machine

Download another hot new mp3 free audio song by Westside Gunn and this amazing music is titled “Spoonz Ft. Conway The Machine”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his newly released album which is titled ‘Hitler Wears Hermes 8: Sincerely Adolf’.

 

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Westside Gunn – Spoonz Ft. Conway The Machine Download

 

Lyrics

 

[Intro: Conway the Machine]

Conductor, we have a pr—

Uh

Now I have news about my CD player

Conductor

 

[Verse: Conway the Machine & Westside Gunn]

All praises, Allah saved us (Hah)

Used to send the lil’ homie to the store to get us more razors (Get some sandwich bags)

Now I see my name written in Forbes pages (Uh-huh)

Don’t think ’cause the boy famous, I ain’t more dangerous (Woo)

More flagrant (Ah), tap danced on the work, Sammy Davis

My nigga had twenty, walk the shit down

Only thing he had was Allah and patience

Gallery Department, leave his own paint on the laces (Yeah)

Might push the Cornichе, velour seats (Uh-huh)

Got it out the mud, still in thе field, Dior cleats

Pop gon’ hide the body, they won’t find you for four weeks (Boom, boom, boom)

Listen to they album, that shit all weak, we pour Cliq’ (Hah)

Ayo, WrestleMania ten years straight, floor seats

Porsche jeeps (Skrrt), MACs hangin’ out, his brains blew four feet

I dry real niggas tears ’cause I seen that

The rest of Sly life he gotta use CorrLinks (Ah)

Uh, I know these pussy niggas mad I made it

Lost two hundred racks, I took the PJ back to Vegas (Hahahaha)

Million dollar deals, I been becomin’ more acclimated (Uh-huh)

Her pussy good, ain’t had no smell, I had to ate it (Come here, bitch)

I had a brick, he needed nine, I had to break it (Conductor)

Two-tone bags, back to back, Ksubis faded

The ones truly cater, shoot up your house, hit you or who related (Brrt, brrt, brrt)

He sniffed a line and got rejuvenated

Uh, Machine, bitch, I spit on one of your kids (Hah)

My dog locked, I wish I could split up one of his bids (Free the homie)

You take ten, I take ten, it is what it is (I’ll do ten)

We gon’ come come home together and do it big (We comin’ home)

Ayo, bullets felt like bear hugs, two in his ribs (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, ah)

Feds raided, didn’t find shit, two in the fridge (Ah)

Shot your block up, the whole street know what I did (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

Momma Love came out screamin’ out, “My baby” (Not my baby)