Lyrics:
and funerals
All that shit cost money so I'm talking bout numerals
Do right by my wife, keep her cuticles beautiful
Inexcusable to accept losing, that's just
Y'all know y'all was the best
RIP Peep RIP Fredo RIP Mac
Miller we gotta keep going
On and going strong my name is Lil B
And this is for the new
Started hittin' hustle when I was just lil'
Then I grab me a mac, I say me first piece of steel-ah
Killin' motherfuckers, god as my witness
A young
Ain't callin' me baby
Better say my name
(Where my ladies at?) yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Can you say that, c'mon) yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
that mac a cut that boy in half just like a coupon
Watch me break it down for u so u understand
See that nigga fakin he won't ever have my bands
Money
bent hoe
Tryna get your rent paid
Gonna get my dick sucked by
You or your friends
Baby I'm kinda choosy yeah I'm kinda woozy
Stick it in the smoothie but
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
U.H.C.C. Hit That Shit
Pop that bottle let it pour
Pass that Henny drink some more
Put that roach down my throat
Lemme me leave where's my coat
I get
dressed so super tight
Baby girl shake it like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something
you
Get screwed, by my point of view
You ain't got a clue, future view is what you got
What I got, and you tryna be like me, you can't see
You wanna
you always by my side
By my side baby
I know that you always down to ride
I know that you always down to ride
Down to ride baby
I know that you always
Goddamn
And I'm going ham, pull you closer
Grip you by your neck while I nibble on your shoulder
Text messaging "Oh, woah"
In my phone like, "When you
dear
When I see you I don't wanna fight
When I see you I don't wanna fight
My dear my dear
All we needs a little faith in life
An I promise it's going
and you
And we going to war
See my death on the news
Momma singin' the blues
Yellow tears on her shoes
I'm sorry
I don't like going out
This one time I
Leaving this earth to see where it come in
Ride by the pussy with nothing on my mind
R.I.P. Mac and you taught me to shine
You was there in my deepest
They're all going in different directions
I see them strolling by and my heart splinters like a flame
Turning black baby
Turning black I know
dick
Lil' baby you might as well back up
Don't work at Mickey D's No more
But you already know lil' Kami keep a fucking Mac Tucked
And my niggas spinning
get to see shit
The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn't matter
Skinny or fat or light-skinned or black, baby I drop these
Boricua
wanna be my bridal
I know they gone hate regardless
Oh yea I know
I can see it going down
Going down slowly
Zoning out zoning out
Got no sleep
Who around
jealous cause they know the P is deep up in it
On my way to Filmore to see JT
We ain't set tripping its all about some dope beats
But you got to watch
For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your
Make that 3 litre engine kick
I done already told man hide their bitch
Got a thing for me when she see this drip
Choppa spray and the Mac gon' sing
I
they at
Told you I got FNs I got Glocks and I got macs
I don't see them out here when it's Sundown when it's black
My killer on the news and I just Wish
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
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