MiNt cHoCoLaTe (feat. Conway the Machine)

MiNt cHoCoLaTe (feat. Conway the Machine) - 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE/BADBADNOTGOOD/Westside Gunn/Conway the Machine/88rising

Lyrics by：Chester A. Hansen/Alexander William Sowinski/Leland Whitty/Felix Fox-Pappas/Alvin Worthy/Demond Price

Composed by：Chester A. Hansen/Alexander William Sowinski/Leland Whitty/Felix Fox-Pappas/Alvin Worthy/Demond Price

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Ay yo ay yo

Ay yo

My shooter hitting everything

Rollin off the wet (ah)

Stressing in that cell used to have to call collect

Now tassels on the Celine leathers

I'm on a jet

I'm a land on the Rec

Steal sly out that stretch

320 a month

Laps around the sun

My shooter hummin ain't no sunshine

Loading up a drum (mmhmm)

Everybody father

Coke in agua (ah)

Had to lay low

I had a in Cheektowaga (ah)

At minimum I had 50 soups in the locker (ah)

Touch mine

Stab you off adrenaline

Proper

I'm from the eastside of hell

Where the devil dolce

The Mac clip don't stop

Marni slippers all bozy

In the law library you should've heard black told me

Worthy pack ya up

Pulled off in a rosey

Thank GOD GOD chose me

The baddest you ever seen

Told her told her told the pony

(Super fly guy)

Look look ah

Pirates vision kitchen wet

I was whippin' got my wrists is like

I won the strongest man competition

Send the roadie on the slider mission

All my oppositions they talk to talk

But they was not convincing

30 shots of ransom

Just looked at my account

And more direct deposits hit it

Got my richest still in my prime

But I just had the optimistic

I had some setbacks but I remained optimistic

I'm out the trenches hot pockets mystics

Now it's lobster dishes (talk to 'em)

I nobody and these beats is what you know me for

All gold crazy but I got minds out the rolly store

Why you think the junkies always shooting

Like they Kobe for (ah)

Too strong why you think they always OD for (woo)

I gave 'em a style gave 'em a lane

That's what they owe me for (ah)

Put some homies on and gratitude

They ain't show me at all

Celine tote for my bra Margiela coat and a fox

Scatter brain open the jar y 'all know who to go