Lyrics:
on feet (On feet)
I be going bad on Meek (On Meek)
I be going hard concrete (Concrete)
I be balling like Conley (Conley)
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I got drugs
the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too
I'm Micheal Conley, one for one, I get the job done
I'm Clyde Drexler, two for two, I don't miss when I shoot
I'm Stephen Curry with this thirty,
fingers waited on the down beat
Conley was the master, the undisputed king
He'd ruled the town for thirty years
With an army of six strings
[Chorus]
This right
Here is the tale of Banks & Conley
The two greatest outlaws America's ever seen
They tied the ropes, down they went
And all they found
girl's pussy is sweet, I call that shit honey
I'm black and athletic, but Owen's the runner
Moose in the back, you know he my gunner
Comparin' the Conleys
Yeah, I'm the one that got it turned up
But it ain't no love when it's coming from your guys
Came from Conley, I didn't have to cut no dope
But outside
When a young nigga ready to pop that top
Soon as we see red and blue, we go
That's police on the bottom Conley road
Show us respect or we throwin' them
Just heard my dawg voice he
Goin hard in that Pin (Dawg)
Ion fuck on friends I give em
Hugs on the way in (Oohohoo)
I'm conley I be? We don't fuck
cause I got symptoms nigga
Cant play like its Tea this shit Ain sweet It Ain no Lipton nigga
Ball like I'm Mike Conley My team be with all them Glizzy's
She want Weed and Molly
Hit my bro, he stay on Conley
If you find a problem
Go ahead and just call me
She ask if I can put her to bed
I'm like probably
nothin'
Boy get your feet off my motherfuckin' sofa
He point the blicky, but he gonna bluff it
Niggas know 'round my way get ugly
Them two Conley Road
at the carats (Uh, yeah)
Diamonds Conley jumpin', bitch, they Conley dancin' (Uh, yeah)
Killin' up in fashion, bitch, I'm dapper dabbin' (Uh, yeah)
And they
talking to Arthur Conley (?), now, Arthur Conley, I'm talking to ya',
I'm saying Arthur where
are ya, Arthur where are ya, we need you to help us Arthur,
dressed in designer, she fine like some china, she hood like she came out of Conley Rd
She a hood baby like she from Conley Rd
And her ex was a shrimp like
Hook : Yeah (x16)
Verse 1:
Conley road nigga from them Conley road streets,
I be stepping on a brick yeah I’m a walking lick,
Bad lil bitch from
shit
This that type of shit that'll make a nigga hyped up, no drama shit
Weerdoh da conley, I'm conley da weerdoh bitch
U Mfs better not forget it
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And I'm smokin' Mary
That's my auntie
Bein' a broke boy that's beyond me
I'm still ballin' out like Mike Conley
I'm ballin now
Came in the game with
no way (N-no way)
Cand arunc mereu marchez ca Michael Conley
Daca vrei fum noi scoatem flama (Flama)
Nu sunt cu drama (Cu drama)
Il scoatem din tablou
a traphouse on Conley road, you know it ain't no drought
We're dope so money fold, we came from the south
Rockin' the same clothes, run it up when we came
lil bitch
A mi no me verás caer oh no
Lonely lonely lonely I've been feeling so lonely
Ballin ballin ballin feeling like Mike Conley
Rollin rollin
Come around you rovin' gamblers and a story i will tell
About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well.
His name was Will O'conley and he
Come around you rovin' gamblers and a story I will tell
About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well
His name was Will O' Conley and he
count down every mile
Til the station out of Tulsa came in clear
It was old Thomas Conley on the radio
It punched me in the gut, man, it rattled my soul
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