Lyrics:
the lotto (we muhfuckin' rich)
So arigato, shit, you know I'm world-famous
And R. Kelly been told me that I'm the world's greatest (you're the world's
shake that body
Whoa, what do we have here?
People want to know how we could be that weird
How many hoes want to clean Mac's beard?
I kill flows,
wiseman, or thief
No other one
I'd rather be blind
If I missed your eyes of rabbinic blue
You have caused me
Much despair, Sir
Since I lay here with
pull your card
That's a joker on God
We all know you're a blowhard
Talking real when you really veal
I know the deal
Wiseman told me not to waste my
checklist
Thinking about you every day
You had me on my checklist
Missing one thing, That's my Mac 10
Pull up on the block, Air it out
Pulling everybody
the Negus
That's tryna get out the trenches
And bright stars dimmed down
By they surroundings like dishes
Young lit and Wiseman
I should play for the pistons
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
I disect it
Rip it and wreck it, now that's on the record
As the vinyl spin so slowly
Bringing verses like a Holy
Bible, my flow is tribal
Meet me in
I will take you anywhere
That you wanna go
I will show you everything that I have to show
Just tell me one thing are you down to roll
Are you down
got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner
'Cause shit can turn into that song except I don't give a fuck what day it is
I'll have this club
to someone
it's sorry this and forgive me that and I'm not worthy. What
are you doing now!?
ARTHUR: I'm averting my eyes, oh Lord.
GOD: Well, don't. It's
That's the smell that came out of my Mac
I'm not telling the truth now
I'm just kidding
My Mac Mini is a good bitch
It made this song for me bitch
What
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
to kill this
The people, they feel us, me and my team made millions but you know we still us
That's why they wanna kill us, that's why they wanna kill us
is weak
Cuz you only got them there
To 'Say Yes' like Floetry
The clique that I oversee ain't
Impressed by ya poetry
You're the place you're supposed
Then that's what the MAC for
They get one warning shot
And then after that, fire
(shut him up)
If you're riding with him, fuck nigga
You're dying with
Morning wood
Hittin from the back
Back
Cause I'ma mac like that
Mac like that
Have you moanin and screamin
Moanin and screamin
And callin out my name
Callin
Have I told you lately that I love you?
(words & music by Scott Wiseman)
Have I told you lately that I love you?
Could I tell you once again
T mac is in the pen
T mac is in the pen
T mac is in the pen
T mac is in the pen
Let me Tell you a sad lil story bout a dealer named T Mac
How we know
Admit it I'm dope, bitch I'm the GOAT
Now spit that goofy shit that you wrote
Pussy
Oh my God oh my God let
Me hit the water one time
That's what I'm
traveled fare, then he finally he arrived at the courts
let me serve you, dear king, with my strength,
cause i hear there's no one
with the power that you
Lester: Here's a little number right here now that
ah Marny and me'd like to try to do for ya.
It's one that, ah, Mac Wiseman and myself recorded
fine, and plus I heard she likes a "G",
Met her creeped back there, and you know I fucked the hoe,
I fucked her so good, she gave me more to score,
Now my
go)
Shootin' them MAC's no more (Shootin' no MAC's no more)
I don't wanna go back (I don't have to)
But a nigga gon' make me (nigga gon' make me)
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