Lyrics:
and squakers that talk a lot of Ku-ca
I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa
Don't start drama mack in the Bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din
and squakers that
Talk a lot of ca-ca
I know a lot of chicks that
Like to call me poppa
Don't start drama, macks in the bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din
Who me be? M-i-x L-O-T, man
Glass ceiling that's the drugs we doin'
Ain't no limits here baby, here it come
Do you remember me?
The black seed with
Fucking these bitches
Ain't really that serious
I just wanna do some other shit
A lot of these niggas
Be stressing bout pussy
I'm tryna go and get some
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
the theraflu
I got a tunnel view
Too get cream like dunkaroos
Live by the jungle rules
Code of your honor
If I get jammed stand up and lie to ya honor
I'm street
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
on the regular
'Cause niggas try to get me for my cellular
Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy's back
Kidnappin' hos like the Patty Hurst jack
Have
for food to just survive
Damn, I miss my little brother
Wish he was still alive
A lot of niggas struggle
Day by day, just getting by
All this pent up
of breakin' off back (oh my damn)
I know that p**** flowin' so ima need life Jack (I ain’t pullin out)
Anaconda goin' dumb lookin at those buns
I, sir mix a lot
bitch
Send my main bitch get her ass did
Don’t mix me up with this rap shit
I’m not the one that u can cap with
Say bitch what u tryna do
Jump
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
this)
Lobster tail with the black truffle, lots of mail in that black duffel
Mm-hmm
I'm the gladiator, I'm the Black Russell
Sound the sir on the Mack
chicks woulda slid
But who ain't miss a visit through the six that you did
I'll be damned if I do another six with some kids
Who only see they daddy in
and steadily smokin marijuana?
Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!
(Yukmouth)
My baby mamma, probably been screwed
by so many dudes that she's confused
Keep makin
Gundy
Ima run this shit till I'm the last man runnin'
Mack light that shit, then pass that to me
Young money motherfucker yeah
We the shit, yeah weezy go
and stick my dick right in her
Big fat ass she'll make me come again
I'm mack daddy bitch fuck her friend
I saw you
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
Sound check
Go so before I start dey burst
Hope say you dey buy my song?
Cause if na few dey get am
Then that one no be love
It takes a whole lot
down the street
Don't be hypnotized by the stride of his feet..
Pickpockets.. streetwalkers.. number runners.. hustlers
[Guru]
Lots of ladies,
blood, comin' down the street
Don't be hypnotized by the stride of his feet
Pickpockets, streetwalkers, number runners, hustlers
Lots of ladies, want
somebody's creation
Ever again don't
Make me nothing a lot of people
Fuck with prison surprise i'm not
One of those people but
If you wanna be stupid enough
be a daddy whose in the mix
And I'm gonna be a husband who stays legit
And I pray that I'm an artist who rises above
the road that is wide and filled
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