Lyrics:
Listen, Listen y'all wanna hear a
Story here it go
Sexual, she’s so X rated where
The kids can’t go
Think so, I know so experienced a week ago
safe I flipped and hit â??em wit more shit
Chorus 2X:
Teflon:
Introducin' the best kept secret
It's no sweet shit I
Scale of one to ten, I ain't never had no six (six)
Nigga said he balling, his bitch never took no trip (trip)
Said he killed the pussy, she ain't never
See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge of dolo
Of delf for self, see there's no one else
Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that
So, do
H I M
Number one
Hey
As they hear say na me be the new number one
Top ten everybody scatter
They re-gather like tata 0oo
As dem no fit hold me down
G shit, LBC shit, remember how it used to be?
Mmm, you remember so much
No we didn't, see if you can remember this shit
1982 now what was I to do
[Chorus: Mac - repeat 2X]
Now when he steps on the six
They say he did that
Pull up in the six hundred stretch
They say he did that
Presidential wit
Luck can always change a state of your direction
Leave you looking for another place to run
There's no carrying the weight of your convictions
You
to this comin' attraction
Let the billboards with plastic, all I have is this Massenburg
And they can't talk no more, I'm gon' keep on livin'
Fueled by
stupid's when beats drop, cause then I go hard (Get it, go!)
Head banging, head banging (Head banging, head banging)
No dreads, arms swinging (No dreads,
(blrrrd)
Ain't no nigga gon' do nothin' (ain't no nigga gon' do shit)
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter, regular clip a dozen (damn)
And this Gucci
new
Let me introduce you to
Chorus
Christ
Who saved my life
Paid the price
To open my eyes
So I decide
To drop my pride
By His stripes
I
Scoot loot, one shot they holler and drop
Pop the duffle and shovel in dollars in knots
Got the whole room hostage, straight no nonsense
The object is
by the second do it by the minute do in my sleep
I could do it right now
You know you talking to the goat I ain't gotta run it down
Niggas really go
Clyde
I don't wanna tell you stories
I jus wanna buy you Gucci
Drop the gala take shawarma
Drop fanyogo take this cold stone
I no mind to be your maga
not gonna be the one to hit the skids
You got me to the dance, there's no time for second thoughts
Like it or not, baby, we are all we got
Why don't
Bitch, where all the money at
I've been making ten every week
Said she was an animal, leech
this lifestyle ain't cheap , I done spent a hundred, I
talkin' to Hov
I be havin' flashbacks of me in front of a stove
That first million was challenging, I got that shit off the O's
Second million was
[Chorus: x2]
Hey this is no lie
Me and my n****s gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like
To Move no way to truth when sitting on your hands
Ross second 8 bars
Is when it will happen to you.
No presses or stresses will take it all the away
(fed up)
In the drop, me and my dog had 'em ten a key (woo)
Secret service so everything is touchscreen
I had walked in the loft, didn't insert a key
situations
In retrospect with the things you say
Would shift direction when put into action
But I just let it whiz on by
People say help me it's going
celluloid
There's no hiding in memory
There's no room to avoid
The crawlers cover the floor
In the red ochre corridor
For my second sight of people
They've
they aint no one
X2 that x2 that dough tereboys getring that dough
Fakers gon get them sold fakers gon get them sold
X2 that x2 that dough terboys
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