CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mac 10s for Everybody
Uh, it's Mani, n***a
Yeah, AC, the motherf**kin’ king
Yo, yo
Call me AR-C (Uh huh), industry n***as wan' AR me (Chyeah)
No sick, need AARP (What up?), they wan' trademark me
Cut the check, I’m 'bout my Biz Markie (Uh huh)
I drop bombs for [?] barbies (What's up?)
'Member nights I used to freeze, f**ked up, eatin' no grilled cheese (For real)
It made me stronger, real queens go through things (Uh huh)
I blow through cream, you chicken go through teams (Tuh)
The runners is out, now they call my dough blue cheese (Come on)
I 'member them cold nights with no heart (Uh huh)
Pockets on E, syrup sandwich on whole wheat (What еlse?)
I was taught if you don't grind, you don't sleep (’Cause why?)
And, n***a, I ain’t slept in 'bout a week, tеam no sleep (Woo)
sh*t is gettin’ real, n***as droppin' like LPs (Uh huh)
b*t*hes freakin' off of Hermes and LV (What?)
Somebody tell me (Uh huh), how they think that they gon' repel Cease (Repel Cease)
They better double up like Chanel Cs (Haha)
Ayo, last play I hit for ten (Yeah), I bought MAC-10s for everybody (’Body)
I don't even respect your G (Woo), 'cause you ain't caught no bodies (Bodies)
I slept in that cell, heart broke 'cause I ain't have nobody (Brr, 'body, brr, brr)
Ayo, yo
Yeah, AC, the motherf**kin’ king
Yo, yo
Call me AR-C (Uh huh), industry n***as wan' AR me (Chyeah)
No sick, need AARP (What up?), they wan' trademark me
Cut the check, I’m 'bout my Biz Markie (Uh huh)
I drop bombs for [?] barbies (What's up?)
'Member nights I used to freeze, f**ked up, eatin' no grilled cheese (For real)
It made me stronger, real queens go through things (Uh huh)
I blow through cream, you chicken go through teams (Tuh)
The runners is out, now they call my dough blue cheese (Come on)
I 'member them cold nights with no heart (Uh huh)
Pockets on E, syrup sandwich on whole wheat (What еlse?)
I was taught if you don't grind, you don't sleep (’Cause why?)
And, n***a, I ain’t slept in 'bout a week, tеam no sleep (Woo)
sh*t is gettin’ real, n***as droppin' like LPs (Uh huh)
b*t*hes freakin' off of Hermes and LV (What?)
Somebody tell me (Uh huh), how they think that they gon' repel Cease (Repel Cease)
They better double up like Chanel Cs (Haha)
Ayo, last play I hit for ten (Yeah), I bought MAC-10s for everybody (’Body)
I don't even respect your G (Woo), 'cause you ain't caught no bodies (Bodies)
I slept in that cell, heart broke 'cause I ain't have nobody (Brr, 'body, brr, brr)
Ayo, yo
