Lyrics:
She Upset
I put them shooters on em from da mac
If they Upset
I'm Up Next
I'm Up Now
They Upset
I'm closing they mouth
I'm buying em out
They Upset
They
a mac
Crashed my lamb dont give a damn cuz give a damn cuz
Ey ey ey
Ive been flexing flexing fexing stay away (Stay away)
Ive been kepping smith
EU SOU DE COMPTOWN
RASPA ESSA PLACA NA RUA LOGO SOMO
(BLC_MAC77)
SAUCE SAUCE O MEU DRIP SEIS PASSA MAL
DESCE KIKA ESSA BITCH TA NO LAU
DESCE
Im livvin'
And Im givin
All the sinning
That been blending
With descending
Thoughts of ending
But I know I'm winning
Rip mac know I'm swimming
Rip mac
please, don't you
See me, don't you
See us, see what we've become because
I know that we're meant to be
Just like mac and cheese and harmonies
So please
Going fat like fat like fat like fat like fat
We goin' to mack like mac like mac like mac like that
We going hard as fuck hard as fuck hard as fuck
Dooley bout the track out
Talking bout his trap house
Loading up
Runnin down
With the Mac out
Whipping no flipping
The product just sitting
niggas we don't play
No no
I got me a Mac 11 shoot at your top I'm at your face
I catch a lil nigga with problems we get his ass today
Oh
I told my mama
Verse 1: (lil wayne)
Ha ha ha ha check it
Its me thats creepin through the back
And the black on black
Lil soldier with a mac
I bust back till it
100 big mac
Hah, som hørte min rap
Og ville ha en sånn smukkas
Er jeg blakk, kan a bare ta seg en ekstra jobb
som tjukkas
Uten denna dama
Dør kokken
Du
Zmrde fuck feds
Kourim big gas
Hustle big bags
Ma bitch big ass
Zero big mac
To jsou big facts
Ja jsem bad boy jako bibin
Zmrde nenavidim lidi
A i
Simple hot
Easy cheesy
No Mac and Cheddar
Fuck yo cheese
I'm on the Vel
Valetta
I'm cooking well
Spaghetti
Look Like my hair
Confetti
Not simple
lil' nigga stop frontin'
When I hit his block all the niggas start runnin'
Why? They already know what's coming
Mac on my hip ain't talkin' McMuffin
back
Bitch I ran
Tunnel vision to the max
You would think I was a mouse how I be all in the trap
Yea Yea
I don't need to touch no straps
The macs
Mac with the cooling kit, take that nigga shit, he get mad call us hooligans
Fuck
Mac with the cooling kit, take that nigga shit, he get mad call us
of the Gatti
Oh my God
I need a Mac, 10 and 11 I’m never gonna lack
Oh my God
She throw it back
I only hit her when I’m in the back
Oh My
Drip Drop, Ice on my
las tias
Mac crea on the beat, mac crea, mac crea on the beat
X A V I E L W O xavielwo
Dimelo jey la movie en play
Paso a buscar a mi bebecita
Porque
Lookin' and feelin' like nothin' but a Mac
See, the bell rang and I got my dash
Fellin' good cause it was the last day of school and I passed
No moms
They like where you been mac?
I've been getting racks
I'm handling business, Securing the bag
Been gone for a minute
But bitch I'm I am back
the Return of the Mac
Its the Return of the Mac
Its the Return of the Mac
Its the
Uh
I’m on yo ass
Start talking get smacked
Push ya fitted way back
Toting that mac
Like the queen of the trap
Loaded with all of them straps
My dawgs is
walk around like I'm a masterpiece
They call me macaroni I'm a mac indeed
No i don't fuck around who wanna fuck wit the beast
The S H I T thats rite
I fuck with 34 gang and 47
Do this for all of my niggas in heaven
I'm on a rampage with my mac 11
My nigga finesse trynna run up a check
If you keep
Big mac
Gostosa como um big Mac
Me come como um big Mac (come come come)
Põe na boca essa delícia (hey)
Me lambuza com a sua língua (uuhh)
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