Lyrics:
xanh như rau cải xoong
Mày nhìn thấy xong mặt may dài loòng thoòng như cái đinh bù loong
Tao cởi trần mặc quần xoóc, mày cởi truồng và mặc coóc... xê, hê
Big Mac movin' down the highway sound
Got it wide open and he's south way bound
I had my pack over my shoulder
Somehow I don't feel much older
all these damn shopping sprees
Louis this, Gucci that, sacks, 5th
.9, Tech, banana, Mac clips
Go 'head and act sick, Mac spits, backflips
That rich,
York supplier man (Yeah)
We got plenty money
Verse 2
Mac Mustard:
I be on my shit, I don't find my strength in the slick talk
I grab that 4-5th,
Joe Rogan, I ain't fuckin' with you niggas
Shorty sent 50K, she ain't send enough (send enough)
I'm a Mac, baby, I ain't no swindler (swindler)
From
Catch you down bad with a Glock 40 and a MAC
Gettin' big bucks, put the money in the garbage bag
Yeah I'm flexed up you can see two hundred on my dash
off, bitch
Gang! Gang!
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut
He tried to play me
Shit got all crazy
But things just wasn't the same
So I ran up on him
Then pulled my mac out
And I blew out his brains
selfish
This Mac-10 leave you wet up, just like a selfie
Hold up, say you got work for what you sellin'
Niggas say they out here but really they be tellin'
a fact
Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back
I'm Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap
Fuck nigga, shut your trap, 'fore we put
the window with the Mossberg pump
Perfect aim playin' with the gang, nigga
Lose your life to my chain
Catch you down bad with a Glock 40 and a MAC
It ain't big
Pussyhole, you nuh know weh yuh start
Diss Daseca, yuh get a shot inna yuh heart
Mac 11 spark, gun club and car park
When di Heckle talk
Hey no dog
Can't finesse a finesser, that shit unheard of
Call my squad with the MAC, they talkin' word up
In Chiraq damn near everyday we purgin'
Don't let
again (Brr)
Get my cash up, tell a fuck-nigga to catch up
(Go crazy)
You need back up, yes, I got my MAC tucked
(Grra, grra, grra) fuck-nigga back up
Why
got my MAC tucked
(Grra, grra, grra) fuck-nigga back up
Why these niggas tryna act dumb?
Flexin' in front of they girls
Like I ain't fuck her (They
Big racks, big pack, drop a stack on it (racks)
Big player, I can drip with the MAC on me (player)
Bad lil' bitch with the sack on her (sack)
house and it look like Heaven
(VV)
Had the MAC-11 when I met my reverend (Beep)
7-11 (Beep) , shells and shelvings (Beep, ah)
Walkin' to class, I'm
'bout me? Whatchu, whatchu know?
They say my lip gloss is poppin, my lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin, they chase me after school
Mac (Mac
'bout me? Whatchu, whatchu know?
They say my lip gloss is poppin, my lip gloss is cool
All the boys keep jockin, they chase me after school
Mac (Mac
blessed
Used to plug that, twenty pound mic into the back of the Mac (Mac, Mac)
Just so you can hear my voice
Always knew this was my calling but I'm
cả
Mặc sương gió ngoài kia có dày thêm một chút nữa
Mặc những đông sang có cứa nát tim anh bằng những lời hẹn ước
Anh là gió em là những khoảng lặng
đang chờ
Về đi về đi về đi
Về đi về đi tâm đang chờ
Về đi về đi về đi
Về đi về đi
Đứng hay là dừng hay là chạy hay là bay
Cuốn theo vòng đời ta mặc kệ
rapy
Biorę moją szafę hajsu i uciekam na Texas
Ruchy niunia pakuj mandżur i lecimy na Texas
Texas kurwa Texas jego mać
Nie wiem co tam jest lecz coś
snowbolowa
Lemon I white widow daishar ak-47 jest hard
Orange pepsi power plant
Więcej dymu kurwa mać
Więcej dymu kurwa mać
Więcej dymu kurwa mać
Więcej dymu
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