Lyrics:
nuh blunder
Pussy cash pot, four and
Thirty-five a fimmi number, refunder
Gyal wеh mek me rise likе a dumper
Di MAC truck
Know fi tek di one thousand
on that Mac & Cheese 3
Yeah, you know, my sister leaked it
No, she leaked Vol. 4, you fuckin' dummy
Well, she leaks everywhere, anywhere she goes
She
Oh the shark has pretty teeth dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack-knife has Mac-heath dear
And he keeps it out of sight
When
de verano, nostalgia por los 16
Del verano del 90 al de los dos miles
Del fut' de parque a fumar con un par de millers
De Toteking a bailar con Mac
refletindo no seu flash eu to sempre mac eu to sempre mac
slow boys i have sauce nao toca ni mim que eu to flex noia boys
hoje eu to facin slow boys i have
Anglii
Nie to nie komornik raczej jakiś czesiek
W spódnicy i na wrotkach podjeżdża do furtki
K do U U do R R do W W do A
Kurwa mać ku ku ku kurwa mać
kobietę z dzieckiem i tyle wiem
Dbam o to co najcenniejsze i byle tlen
Nie sprawi że się uśmiechnę
Daj mi w każdy dzień! kace strach i pech
Kurwa mać może
Chcesz mnie znać kurwa mać
Choć pokaże tobie prawdę
Jestem skurwysynem choć wcale tak nie pragnę
Albo masz twardą dupę
Albo twarde serce
Ja jestem
where yo uncle at
Snatch the pack won't fumble dat
Double cup pour up in that
Leavin tire marks on the spot we used to rumble at
Yung Mac just
it rain it be pourin yuh
Yung Mac the boss I'm controllin pass me yo CD I'm rollin up on it
S double E yea we on it swear ima make it w all of da
Uh... DA
look
Its a whole new day where the chase at
Put the mac eleven gun where his face at
Shawty pulled up to the spot looking way
Bad in
Mac Dre--
Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in 2 days
I'm gettin paid been on niggas head like toupes
I'm a thug cuz wipe the blood out yo
wanna get blowed.
We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs.
[Mac Dre]
I play laugh and smile, but I know life ain't no joke.
You could be
some head
Come up! Come up! Carry big Mac-10
Blow up your eyes and some of your..
Prezident! You'll have to gimme respect
You no respect, and we shoot
Aê, Coyote
Tropa na pista é easy money
Gasta 10 mil de uísque, mané
Férias em Miami Beach, honey
Ontem nem Big Mac, hoje McLaren
Tropa na
Rack talk
That Chiraq Talk
Gutta don’t do no back talk
Ima just let this mac talk
Run up on wop bitch back off
I’m tryna get these sacks off
I’m
passou na tua vida
e vem fumar um beck
fazer um ""mac mac""
enquanto isso não pensa na minha partida
como tu desce
tu me enlouquece
esquece dos
where are you where are you
Zamachem nie zdejmę w Afganistanie z Twojego
Ryja banana kurwa mać co za pojebany dzień
W środku mnie gotuje się wszystko
Where are my sticks Sensei
Baby Boy Mac, Baby Boy Mac
Baby Boy Mac, Baby Boy Mac
Lord knows
Too many baddies chilling with me here in my zone
Weather
turn her family home to a crackhouse (huh?)
I'm not talkin' titties but I bring them racks out (yeah)
Ain't no McDonald's but I bring the MACs out
insane, ooh
I'm a fuckin' MAC, bitch
With that fuckin' aim, ayy
I'm a fuckin' MAC, yeah
With that fuckin' aim, yeah
Oh, what? What? Oh no
And she switched
She be faking for real
Cause she telling me those rumors yeah
I'm toting macs ain't no talking bout computers aye
And she fucking me so bad like she
thay như áo mặc qua tay
Đời ai không một lần
Dang dở duyên ban đầu để trọn kiếp thương đau
Niềm yêu chớm nở mình thương nhau từ đó
Không đắn đo lo âu
me sentir libre
toujours de loin j'regarde la ville
Et mes talons claquent, contre l'écran, l'écran de ton Mac
Bébé viens à table, c'est moi qui suis
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