ENVIAR LETRAS
Top 100
Lanzamientos de álbumes
Artistas
Comunidade
Francés
Portuguese
Inglés
Corrección Letra
Mac Of The Year
par
Nef The Pharaoh
Regreso
Letra
Yeah n***a, I'm the motherf**kin' mac of the motherf**kin' year of the motherf**kin' motherf**kin' year, motherf**kin' year, n***a I'm a mac, M-A-C and your b*t*h know it She can't relax, n***a the bag and all he did was grow it Ain't sh*t like this rap and this trap money Either way, I'ma get paid, that's why I act funny I was dead off the mud 'til she tap my pockets I woke up out my sleep and took off like rockets That's your big brother bag, that is not your wallet (Cap) My youngest son just turned one, I could put him through college (Facts) I bought the Benz off the lot with the low mileage (Facts) All cash, no L's, f**k a co-signer (Facts) Somebody tell these motherf**kers, I'm the big timer (sh*t) I'm the reason why these n***as think they big timing My b*t*h bring me blues, your b*t*h bring you problems You be on that hoe back like a dirty condom (Ha) I never trip on a b*t*h I'm a real mobster I crack a n***a on the field like I'm Shaq Thompson (Mobster) You ain't get the mud from the doc? I do not want it All my enemies is dead, I don't got opponents I drop a bag on your head and watch somebody blow it (Boom) Yeah, my Perc' just kicked in, that b*t*h got me goin' Quarterback with the pack, gold tee, I throw it (Go long) We ain't never shut down, my trap always rolling (b*t*h) I shopped so much at Barney's, they went extinct Flyest n***as on two feet, it's Chang and SB Passed up on your b*t*h, she was tryna molest me I rock ice and keep a stick like I'm Wayne Gretzky When I first met the ho, "Can I get the check please?" Sike, I'm really not that nice, you shoulda went and got a geek I'm the n***a in my hood, I should have my own street I send your n***a to the store for some chips and a drink And he better come back with my change and a receipt Tellin' Nef he never ran outta gas, they on E f**k your grandma that's sick and your partner that's deceased (f**k that n***a) His headstone a Porta Potti, we gon' p*ss where he sleep I was rich before Roddy and I still keep a gleek Got so much game, the blind b*t*h wanna see Like an inmate, fresh out the hoe, I got mail now (Money) If you don't see them n***as with me then we fell out She love when I hop in the booth and go beast I know the real shooter gang, your friends the police You be giving them statements, and me? I don't speak If she ride with the chain, the ho finna work her cleats I bought a little twenty ounce just so I could drop a three Beat the pu**y up for hours, I got stamina for weeks Feelin' like I'm Austin Powers on this groovy ass beat (Groovy baby) I can make a square one lady into a freak I'ma independent P, f**k this rap industry The ho told me she ran away 'cause you weak
videoclip
Tu nombre será publicado. Deje los campos en blanco para permanecer en el anonimato.
Enviar
Modal title
×
Insertar medios
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Recuérdame
Contraseña perdida
Conectarte
Registrarse