Painted Houses (feat. Conway the Machine)

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Painted Houses (feat. Conway the Machine) by Smoke DZA

Painted Houses (feat. Conway the Machine) Lyrics

[00:05.76] Really?
[00:12.13] Right
[00:18.37] Right
[00:23.23] Uh, yeah
[00:25.65] Italian flavors in my boots, they came from DM
[00:27.95] Put my outfit in the mausoleum
[00:30.18] Forever I be rockin' 'til my jersey hangin' in the Colosseum
[00:34.37] I be in her guts, you in her DMs
[00:37.06] Yellin', "Free my niggas, free my niggas, give 'em freedom"
[00:40.18] They ain't in jail, they in record deals
[00:43.37] This independent shit, kinda show you how that leverage feel
[00:47.03] Give you that big steeper feel, hol' up
[00:49.91] It was a good day, Ice Cube bangin' on the roll up
[00:53.46] The cake fill up, Cool, J Dilla, flippin' donuts
[00:56.35] 28 grams, 420 short of a whole one
[01:00.29] One bad purchase'll sabotage your whole run
[01:02.86] "Let me take that Reggie off your hand", said no one
[01:05.99] Tryna finesse the package get you hit with a cold gun
[01:09.13] Ridin' like Russell, hit my horn when the dough come
[01:12.38] Irish man mansions, keep a painter, dome some
[01:16.24] The team strong, tread light
[01:19.18] Put you on the plate, if the bread right
[01:22.36] Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
[01:25.23] We disappear and they be at your crib every night
[01:28.97] The team strong, tread light
[01:32.17] Put you on the plate, if the bread right
[01:35.06] Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
[01:38.16] We disappear and they be at your crib every night
[01:41.36] I'm pullin' up and I'm askin' 'em what it is
[01:43.76] Then clappin' 'em on his side and fractured the nigga ribs
[01:46.97] Takin' trips to the base and them packages to the crib
[01:49.82] Send 'em back and flip them packs, it's exactly what I just did
[01:53.80] Shit, tread light, Supreme red Nikes
[01:56.33] VS ice on my neck, you can tell me what my bread like
[02:00.36] You get your head in a vice, run that red light
[02:02.94] Head-on collision with extendo, ain't no fair fight
[02:06.19] A hundred carats in the pendant for a fair price
[02:09.34] Pointers in the Cartiers made your bitch stare twice
[02:12.43] It's Gary Payton and this blunt is to the face
[02:15.15] I can go pull a few hunnid out the safe
[02:17.71] And that's thousands by the way
[02:19.38] My cake pilin' by the way
[02:21.18] Breakdown, ain't sellin' weight
[02:22.42] Eight pounds sellin' every day
[02:24.03] Eight thousand in the bank, stop that
[02:26.03] .456, shot that
[02:27.62] Change the bank bag to a thousand, took a sip of my 'jac
[02:30.89] Machine nigga, I'm back
[02:32.12] The team strong, tread light
[02:35.13] Put you on the plate, if the bread right
[02:38.08] Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
[02:41.06] We disappear and they be at your crib every night
[02:44.72] The team strong, tread light4
[02:47.62] Put you on the plate, if the bread right
[02:50.88] Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
[02:53.99] We disappear and they be at your crib every night
[02:57.41]

From the album: Flying Objects