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witt da mac - ​bleood lyrics

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i’m with mag in the h*llcat, come and get yo sh*t back
why you know we split that, was in the crib i hit that
trynna push it; trynna eat my d*ck up like a big mac
talk on 1c we gon break his bones just like a kit*kat
ya that’s yo b*tch ya i hit that, ya that’s your block spin, see?
b*tch trynna f*ck with me she know that i’m the big man
shoot glock out the [?] , she won’t f*ck on her new man
i’m your crib like i’m shrooming, red dot when i’m shooting
she want to f*ck with me because she know i stay up in the back(phobic)
n*gga why you say my name i do not f*ckin know your ass
them n*ggas that’s telling me to go outside and touch some grass
they the same n*ggas that don’t got green up in their f*cking pants
i got green ya i got cash , out in public and the v so [?]
i say , put the titties in the bag, i might have to send this b*tch off to mag
(nettspend)
off the mac, off the mac , trynna slide with this kid
put the money on your head, put the money in your head
turn off that f*cking trash
i don’t be sipping green lean, we not sipping promethazine
hit her full on raw [?]
beat em up for talking mean, beat em up for talking mean
b*tch
swear to god the glock hit his f*cking spleen
b*tch
when it stop , oh, give me h*lla things, and we get mad, taking everything
[?] rode the [?], but take it how u think
ain’t no rage quitting, in it for the f*cking green, f*ck this sh*t, stealing all yo weed
f*ck this b*tch put it in her spleen, face the blunt i been feeling weak*k

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