1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, BADBADNOTGOOD & Westside Gunn Ft Conway the Machine – MiNt cHoCoLaTe Lyrics

“MiNt cHoCoLaTe” by BADBADNOTGOOD and Westside Gunn is a captivating blend of gritty lyricism and smooth production. The track immerses listeners in a world where vivid storytelling meets intricate wordplay. With its atmospheric beats and distinctive flow, the song delivers a unique fusion of raw authenticity and artistic flair, making it a standout in the realm of contemporary hip-hop

MiNt cHoCoLaTe Lyrics by 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, BADBADNOTGOOD & Westside Gunn Ft Conway the Machine

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
(A-one, two, a-one, two three, go)
Brrr
Ayo, ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, my shooter hitting everything rolling off the wet (Ah)
Stressing in that cell, used to have to call collect
Now tassels on the Celine leathers, I’m on the jet
I’ma land on that rec yard, steal Sly out the stretch (Ah)
320 a month, laps around the sun
My shooter humming “Ain’t No Sunshine”, loading up a drum, uh
Everybody father, uh, coke in the agua, uh
Had to lay low, I had a bitch in Cheektowaga, uh
At minimum, I had fifty soups in the locker, uh
Touch mine, stab you off adrenaline, proper
I’m from the eastside of hell, where the devil wear Dolce
The MAC click don’t stop (Brrr) Armani slippers all bozy
In the law library, you should have heard what Black told me
Worthy pack ya shit up, pulled off in a Rose-y (Skrr)
Thank God God chose me
The baddest bitch you ever seen, told her don’t touch the pony
Super FLYGOD

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look, look (Ah)
Pyrex vision kitchenware, I was whipping
Got my wrists-es like I won the strongest man competition (Hahaha)
Send the brodie on a sliding mission, while my oppositions (Brr)
They talking tough but they was not convincing, thirty shots’ll rinse ’em (Brr)
Just looked at my account, some more direct deposits hitted
Got my riches, still in my prime but I just had the optimistic (Cash)
I had some setbacks but I remain optimistic, I’m out the trenches
Hot pockets, mystics, now it’s lobster dishes (Talk to ’em)
I know bodying these beats is what you know me for
All gold Prezi but I got mines out the Rollie store
Why you think the junkies always shooting like they Kobe for? (Huh)
Dope too strong, why you think they always OD for? (Woo)
I gave ’em the style, gave ’em a lane, that’s what they owe me for
Put some homies on to gratitude they ain’t show me at all (Fuck them niggas yo, bro)
Celine tote for my broad, Margiela coat in the fall
Scatter Brain opened the jar, y’all niggas know who the god
Machine, bitch