Conway the Machine – Brucifix

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• Song Name: Brucifix
• Artist Name: Conway the Machine
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• Song Category: Latest Music
• Released: 2023
• File format: Mp3/128kbps

Talented and sensational artist “Conway the Machine” came through with this outstanding single track titled “Brucifix” which is obtainable for free and Fast Mp3 download here at Nobadsong. Brucifix was released in the year 2023 as one of Conway the Machine's best track of the year.

Moreover, this classic entry was taken off Conway the Machine‘s newly released studio album titled “Won\'t He Do It“.

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Conway the Machine – Brucifix Lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Brr

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Cocaine, caviar, and the grouper fishes (Sniff)
You see a bunch of rappers, I see a group of bitches (Haha)
No broke niggas around me
That shit might rub off, I'm superstitious (Get out of here)
Direct deposit just came in, that shit was too ridiculous
My music motivate dudes in the trenches, usin' switches (Uh-huh)
Ain't even gotta drop a bag, them boys gon' do your dishes (Boom, boom, boom)
Bro got all that time, he appealed and they reduced the sentence
And he still gotta do two digits (That's fucked up), shit
Word to my nigga Malice, everythin' I spew malicious
That's just somethin' to think about when y'all do y'all lists (Talk that shit)
Run at me, you runnin' towards a wall, boy, I ain't movin' inches (Uh-huh)
DJ modified the yacht, he like "Buzz, check my new invention" (What up, Buzz?)
Hahaha, yeah, niggas can't control their emotions, show their true intentions
That bitch was broke, that made me lose my interest
I'm so in the lead, I could leave for three years and still ain't losin' distance (Ha)
Look, it was resi' in them pots and them pans, now it's tropical sand (Whip up)
I told her "Don't even pack, we gon' shop when we land" (We shoppin')
Private villa, seafood tower, lobster and clam (Get money, bitch)
So paranoid, some nights, I sleep with this Glock in my hand (Uh-huh)
Havin' visions of niggas that I done shot with this can (I swear)
It's niggas that I love, I know, tryna plot on my land (Who plottin', huh?)
Whack 'em, bury 'em in my yard, dig his plot on my land (Woo)
Shit, I'm just that nigga, boy, look at my run
Look all of the classics that I dropped in the span of six years
It would seem I did the impossible, damn
Came a long way from when a nigga was shot in my van
Tourin' overseas, I just had a moshpit in France
Puttin' on for my niggas that's locked in the jam (Ah)
I don't rock with industry niggas, they is not my mans (Uh-huh)
[Interlude: Westside Gunn]
Uh-uh (Brr)
Flygod
Ayo

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
I don't trust no-fuckin'-body but this heckler (Boom, boom, boom)
Just spent thirty-thousand in the Webster (Ah)
You know the God, nothin' more, nothin' lesser (Uh-uh)
Jamaican, raw, hit him in his head and said "Bless up" (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ayo, Jamaican, raw, hit him in his head and said "Bless up" (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ayo, tell 'em to bring the match, to wear Bottega green satchels (Grr)
Bet I'll be at you, Tom Ford tracksuit
Prince Markie D on the stove, wearin' raccoons
You just got it, I wore this shit Fashion Week last June (Ah)
Balenciaga, Adida, baklava (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
The chopper shot, the suede Maserati, with the Prada top (Skrrt)
American cups, patent leathers on blasè blah (Hmm)
Denim Tears Saint Michael top off, Mardi Gras (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
I talked to Sly and Cutter today (Ah)
Still be in the hood, got a house on the lake
Got album of the year, still get work from the Bay (Ah)
Oldest seven told me "If you gon' play, you gotta play"
My nigga just seen a boy, stomach hurtin', he gotta stay (Hmm)
Gave Y.N. a new Griselda chain and a Drac' (Brr)