Chords for Conway The Machine - Piano Love [Official Audio]

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_ _ _ I bought my bitch the Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag
Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest bitch I ever had
My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask Buck it low like Ace Boogie, I re-up 200 cash
Richest nigga in my city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler
Perk boxed at all the games, sitting next to the Bagoolas
Came up with them brick sellers and them hundred pound movers
I just made another play and bought a FN for my shooters, nigga
_ Hood niggas still eat the ramen noodles That low cost an extra five if I got it to
you We the mob, you violate that, I gotta shoot
you Send some rockets through you, [B] holo tips poppin'
to you [Eb] Griselda keep winning, you don't know how
to stop it, do you?
In the end, I'm gonna be on top of you I've been getting and rocking since niggas
was rocking FUBU I don't care what city you from, you solid?
I salute you Whip it till my wrist bone hurting, newspapers
on the window No curtains, fiends knocking, soul searching
Water turned off in that trap, fuck it, the stove working
Pour a bowl of springs in that pot, cook up the O's perfect
Jack Boyd sniffing my 50 until his nose hurting Coming through the back blocks, riding around
with the pole lurking My young boy quit drinking lean, he going cold
turkey Sticks and stones don't break my bones, my bullets
don't hurt Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag
Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest bitch I ever had
My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask Bucking low like Ace Boogie, I re-up 200 cash
Richest nigga in the city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler
Press bops at all the games, sitting next to the pagoulas
Came up with them brick sellers and them hundred pound movers
I just made another play and bought a F'ing for my shooters, nigga
Throw some bacon in the pot with some ice The dope I cook like a sneaker box with bands
in the bag You think I left foot lock up?
Young nigga behind your garage, holding a Ford chopper
Dropped out of school, decided he just gon' push Prada
Low pro copped out the 5, damn I feel for him My nigga KVJ in the feds, trying to appeal
for me Bitch love the machine so much, that hoe would
steal for me Say it's go time and my head is ready to
drill for me Niggas getting smoked in broad day and it's
a shame Don't matter if he was in front of the priest
You getting stained, ain't no respect in my hood unless you putting some pain
Keep sleeping on my city and thinking this shit a game
We don't play fair, drive-bys right in front of the daycare
Spray head, bend triggers, that F'ing on the waist hair
Yeah, garbage bags wrapped around the K's head
Told you it's spooky my nigga, it's camp, first go Lakehead
P-side with the big Chanel bag Sneak a hammer in the club, the realest bitch
I ever had My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask
Buckle up like Ace Boogie, I read up 200 cash With this nigga in my city, got my neck on
Rick the Ruler Prep boxed at all the games, sitting next
to the pagoulas Came up with them brick sellers and them 100
pound movers I just made a hundred plays and brought a
F'ing for my shooters, nigga, you see _
_ _ _ _ F'ing suck, nigga, you see, bitch
Out with this nigga, spooky nigga, wasted
I _ _ better smack the black off one of you niggas, man
Keep playing with me, nigga I'll smack the black off your f'ing guns, boy You see
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