Lyrics:
Ain't no tellin', no tellin', no no tellin' what a bitch'll do
Mac named Dre is a big fool, sick fool
And if you ain't down then suck my dick, fool
I
!!!)
Something is wrong here, something is terribly wrong (RUN, BOY!!!)
Something is terribly wrong
Stand by...
Something is terribly wrong
(RUUUUNNN!!!!) Just
boy
Shorty got my songs in the queue like I'm schoolboy
Wuts Gud tonight?
Wuts Gud tonight?
Wuts Gud tonight?
Wuts Gud tonight?
jumped out with that chrome
He crossed the line, now he a dead guy
Jump out the Jag, up with
The Mac like, "Pussy boy
I'm tryna see what you on"
By
it diggin' in my pocket, Callin me callin me
[Phone rings]
[Mac] Hello?
[Peaches] Hey baby how you doin'?
[Mac] Who dis is?
[Peaches]
Shout out to DJ Khaled
This that special cloth at the radio station
Going brazy with your boys in the building
New York City, what the fuck is up?
We
ya heart in tact, would never disrespect, in fact
The lame who put his hands on Pat is gone, but we won't speak on that
Pistol on my side, best believe
Just forget the hook yeah, what?
Boof pack, boof pack
Where the fuck is that boof at? (What?)
Walk around with chains on
It costs me a few stacks my
and my mamacita (yeah)
Hey girl, where's your drink? We goin' all get real drunk tonight
Hey girl, I got bud, we can all get fucked up tonight
And by
and my mamacita (yeah)
Hey girl, where's your drink? We goin' all get real drunk tonight
Hey girl, I got bud, we can all get fucked up tonight
And by
and some Macs all big gats
Then I went to see my connect like
"Where the bricks at?"
He made me spend, I paid for ten
But brought twenty bricks back
Then I
And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang
on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight (haha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
Grab ya
on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight (haha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
Grab ya
a trip to heaven
But thats not my style i like going in loud with mac 11s
Cant wait til i catch that boy kamrin (cant wait) pull up on him and his life
twenty one, but find me at the bar tonight
Hey, driving round in my car tonight
Making music that ain't hard to like, I got the heart to write
A couple
Life’s too short
To play games
Who are mine
I need to know what is real
So I don’t waste my time
Giving my love
To someone that’s cool
Cause I plan to give
prime
It keeps going cause we living in this infinite time
Viewpoint is sublime
Swiping my debit for new clothes
I notice my old highs, becoming my new
up cause he cant hard top it now
Now what you boys got a death wish
I beat a mothafucka' uglier than precious
Real nigga, you can find me where
a movie (Movie)
Big guns, Call of Duty (What)
Look at the MAC in the back of a Cadillac
Where is my static at?
Talking tough, he gone to soon
Send him up
I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you
(Drilltime, what you cookin'?) Tonight
Ayy, when I see you, I'ma push your shit back, boy
Cut 'em Down
To hell is where we send them
My whole team
Trying to explode
Rather die
Murder muthaf***as lyrically
And I'm not gonna cry
Me
A born
If hidden sin inside my body Lord come and reveal it so we can deal with it lets get is
It's a process
Oil dripping oil dripping oil dripping
That's
an imposter
Boy you an imposter
I’m gonna prosper
I’m gonna prosper
Yeahh
By myself
On my own
Do this shit by myself
By my own
Do this shit by myself
By myself
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