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dir die Chips
Pumpe weiter mein Gang Shit
Und du hältst dich im Mac fit
Ich mach mit meinem Mac Hits
Und wenn ich dann baller dann mit meinen Mac Clips

Yo Mac I'm a big fan and I rap
Yeah
I'm deliberately critically vividly misunderstood
Plan on ambitiously killing beat then I'll leave this place for

on the culdesac, James come scoop then we blow the pack, uh
That was back on the twenty sacks, uh, R&R with a coke to back, uh
Double 0 roamin round the Mac, never

Actually I think, we’re all responsible
For, not just the intended effects of our ideas
But for their likely misuses
Demonize my demon eyes
Mac won’t

I Got A Bad Bae In My Room
I Got A Glock In The Safe
I Got An AK On My Name
I Got The Mac Ayy

I Ask Her Name While She's In The Game
I Got The Full

for me to turn this to reality

Pulled a rabbit out the hat that's what you call return of the Mac (Woo)
We can turn up jack
You ain't got to be wack

(Damn she waddle) (Ah)
On the daily

Used to could only wear what was on clearance racks (Racks)
They still described my style as Mac's (Mac)
Now I dibble

lemme hit that
Then I sit back let her go down a big mac
Mac Mac
Clap back smack that
Black jack cards on the table
Willing and I'm able
Hit in now or hit

When you doing this with true intent
They tend to call you master
Little nikka get ya shit up fore you come to mix with Mac
All frontin, and that

already poked a few niggas
Bow, money let the mac blow
Sliding in the trap through the front catch him running out the back door
Brodie sippin on that act

đến là đâu ta không ngờ
Vung vang tung nhip bước chân ta qua
Cách ta học hỏi, cố vươn ra xa
Mặc cả với bản ngã, để nó không qua ta
Âm nhạc là cảm nhận

is nick
You trynna get slap
Loading up this track
Counting my racks
Pass me the map
Grab on the grab on grab on the grab on the Mac that's right

back... when I'm through
And I'll leave a tip
A Hamilton kuz I gave her the D off the rip
Imma playa a Mac Blood... but money bangin crip
Blue faces on blue

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

gon make tha most noise 

Jus like a hot sausage sandwich 
I came up a poor boy

Use too wonnnnnnnnnnna be
Like Wayne an Mac 
No limit hotboyz

I say

that ride and I be zooming 
She fell in love, I don't even know her name yuh
Spit my mac, she just falling for the game yuh

She falling in love, that

mac
Bare jeg kunne give dig alt

Det sociale liv
Har hun intet at frygt
For øjnene de stirrer, stirrer 
Når hun er på togt

For at se, for at se, for

All mah niggas down with they hood up
Speeding outta town in a black truck
Shooters all around in the cold bruh
Bullet missed mah head cus the mac

Yeah
Yeah
No Replacement

Look, I gotta lotta that
I make it stack like a Big Mac 
I need a lotta that
They love to hear if I'm doin bad (they do)

Loud pack got me gone Boaty all gassed up
Crossin' all y'all in a zone yeah you could never match up
Runnin' over competition like a f#ckin' Mac

Yeah I got the thunder hundred rounds we got that rumble
I got the thunder I got the thunder yeah
Got my boy Mac in here
Clan shit long live Duke

We

(ché pas)
Nos têtes sous le paillasson (no)

Claquette avec chaussette (ché pas)
Du ketchup dans le Big Mac (ché pas)
Des cheveux sous la casquette

mộng mơ
Chợt hồn nhiên trắng trong đến bất ngờ
Chuyện tình tôi giống như bao người
Giờ mơ ước cho riêng mình thôi
Buồn man mác tiếng mưa rơi lòng tôi

Bout to flip on em like im Jeff Hardy
Mac 11's bout to be crashin your whole party
And smoke you pussys like Bob Marley
I'm sorry, cuz you know i'm not