Lyrics:
Shawty with me all the time
Stay hot, stay fly
Keep her right by my side, (and she so fine can't you see)
Yep, that's my boyfriend
Yep, that's my
A true playa big mac
Feel immaculate
I done been broke before
I wasn't having it
A jungle baby
I was raised by them savages
I was told you want it
Uhh, where am I going?
Where am I? Where the hell am I?
Yo, it's ill
Yo, my wife's tired of fucking me
Life tries ducking me
Luckily, I find 'em
Tryna get my bruva
For he get hemmed up with the four five
Take him to the crib, sit him down, feed him up
Talkin about the Big Mac and da fucking home
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my
See how safe I keep her right by my side
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of noise
Who gon' tell me that I ain't going or I ain't flowin'
Young Folarin, you see them puters
That was my
Baby can we talk
Hold up don't walk too fast baby can we talk
Passion for love, I just need someone to share it with
And when I look into your eyes I see
later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 tre rag going brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my-
Maybe I should
down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on
There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion
down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on
There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion
you going through
So I'm by myself I'm getting faded till my face is blue
Tell me that you hate me baby cause I fucking hate me too
Tell me that you
Parody of "Where the Green Grass Grows" by Tim McGraw (Jess Leary/Craig Wiseman), Song Matters Inc. (ASCAP)/Leary's Tavern Music (ASCAP)/Daddy Rabbit
Nigga better watch your back
Niggas they switch and attack
Got me going mad like I’m max
Counting all the money to the max
Summer days by the mac’s
Summer
Baby I know you want me
Baby you dream about me
I know you think about me (Yeah)
Lay in my B-E-D dead
Baby might be in bed
Baby might be in my bed
going and going and going
(I'm going, I'm going)
I keep going and going and going
I keep going and going and going
(Wooahhh - Wooahhh)
See I can't stress
itself so I don't need a chauffeur (skrrt)
F and N in my belt so I don't need a holster (see that?)
Been gettin' bread, who the fuck needs a toaster?
down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on
There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion
the river
Put it down like my rocks when the po pos chasing a nigga
I put it down like a casket going down 6 feet
Or something like them dice when they
yeah
Tired of this shit
Yeah them bands got my arm baby
I got my own problems
How you can't be by my side
Don't need nobody
I'm tryna see bout your body
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
it's dope (it's dope)
And for you there's no hope,
My name (is what?) Daddy Mac baby
Totally Crossed Out catching all the ladies
The H-I-P, I should be
I fly like Angels
Down to earth like devils
If you watch me long enough
You'll see all my levels
That's why I keep ill
And I really got to chill
know (That you see why)
You can call me Ackerman. I always achieve high
Yaa got a pineapple under the sea
My house has drip and it's been seen by
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