Lyrics:
Tryin' to rain clout and third ward public housin'
Uptown streets is where all my ends meet
Give me 9 9 G tryin' to see my destiny
I do it all to ball
curas on Sunday fifteen Cuban minutes
The end is out of sight
So I'll meet you by the cannon
On the Malecón tonight
It started in Havana in
yeah them hoes up on my jock
Check out my swag bad lil bitch
Yeah the music where my heart is
Yeah and shout out all the haters
Bitch im a mother fucking
on a roll, 'cause I'm on a roll
Like girl, where was you before?
Never-mind that 'cause she is a nat, and she's gonna go
Yeah, I'm just stackin' my racks,
me
But tonight Shady's rocka-by baby
You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away lying by my side
You
be the reason that
My life was ruined, too
Bitch, I hope this fate change you
By prey this fate claim you
How is Justin a real Driverand you
Ain’t see
???Push my seed in my push for life/It???s gonna work because I???m pushin it right/If Mary drop my baby girl tonight/I would name her Rock N??????
know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one's at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
Mechanicals never mattered
you know I'll invest ya
Leave her stuck with her leg up
Trill bending the stretcher
In the streets where I left ya
Stacking money by the bundles
Even
a healer
Fuck is my MAC concealer?
I be out in Queens in the back of
Four whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers, I'm a big deal
That's why I get
a healer
Fuck is my MAC concealer?
I be out in Queens in the back of
Four whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers, I'm a big deal
That's why I get
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Loaded MAC hangin' from the chandelier
Nigga told on his people
He couldn't stand them years
Black got thirty for a big
Figga nometry.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah.
It's yo folks Mac Mall
Always keep my shit mayne. Ya know?!
We through here.
Yeah yeah!
Where
she's with the kid, then she's nobody's
Call me Mr. Louis V, them other dudes is swap meet
My swag perfect, them other dudes sloppy
We both hot, fire
After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in
Like Me
Major movement family
It’s ya boy (WHO DAT!)
It’s MAC MONEY
VERSE
I don’t want anything
But I want a bad bitch
Breakfast in morning
team
They know I'm Down for my team
I hold it down for my team
Verse 2
96 I heard track
2 dope boys in a cadalliac
By big boy and three stacks
They
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
where the sun don't shine
We gone do our thang let them old hoes cry
Ain't nothing but a thang when ya boy flyy by
Forever and a day we gone be alright
and June he was after me
By July, it was getting hypnotic
So he kinda started feelin my fame
I don't really wanna say his name
All I know is I liked his
right
Catch em at the light he'll be gone by tonight
I don't need you niggas she goin hold my pipe
Way that ass shaped take her home my type
Pretty ass
right here by your side
And it’s Alright
Alright
Boy you make me feel
It’s alright
And tonight
Tonight
Tonight I’m gunna take
My time with you babe
that these fags stared straight at my balls
They busting a bitch while I pull up my drawls
So I'm quick to take off, don't abide by the law
Like all
not living right
Hazy feeling blunt is tight
Make a right up at the light
Shawty you my favorite type
Shawty hold the Mac Eleven
While I'm holding
Discuss these where is my boy tonight by mac wiseman Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In