made man - mac critter lyrics
[repetition]
n*gga just bumpin’ they lips and rappin’
real deal church boy ain’t been in no action
boy, i’m a made man makin’ sh*t happen
real deal big boy just like pappy
see all them old ass n*ggas, get to smackin’
i just be dumpin’ on they ass for practice
say he ain’t seen me, he seen him a terroist
seen that fire jump out, that motherf*cker rapid
you ain’t got more money than me you a maggot
how you gon’ cover up your lil’ brother? f*ggot
f*ckin’ the baddest b*tch, put her in baguettes
fly her to la, lil’ billy ya baguettes
try a n*gga faster than eatin’ him a salad
i want the blue cheese, the relish, the lettuce
hol’ on, baked potato, i ain’t petty
let a n*gga play with me, bet they regret it
real n*gga in my own lane
dope power, n*gga we gamblin’, swing
i put that belt on her like pootie tang
turned to a track star, he seen that flame
gotta get out of here, you ain’t servin’
told lil’ brother “these n*ggas be nervous”
ain’t no money involved, we ain’t mergin’
got a freaky lil’ ho stay on curby
f*cked the sh*t out her, can’t stop on these perkies
f*cked the sh*t out her, i can’t stop, that’s the percocets
sad city critter wanna rock in a turtleneck
said when i f*ck her she like to get hollered at
back of the maybach that work
b*tch, you swallow that
play with the sh*t, you get whacked
do you follow that?
n*gga just bumpin’ they lips and rappin’
real deal church boy ain’t been in no action
boy, i’m a made man makin’ sh*t happen
real deal big boy just like pappy
see all them old ass n*ggas, get to smackin’
i just be dumpin’ on they ass for practice
say he ain’t seen me, he seen him a terroist
seen that fire jump out, that motherf*cker rapid
you ain’t got more money than me you a maggot
how you gon’ cover up your lil’ brother? f*ggot
f*ckin’ the baddest b*tch, put her in baguettes
fly her to la, lil’ billy ya baguettes
try a n*gga faster than eatin’ him a salad
i want the blue cheese, the relish, the lettuce
hol’ on, baked potato, i ain’t petty
let a n*gga play with me, bet they regret it
real n*gga in my own lane
dope power, n*gga we gamblin’, swing
i put that belt on her like pootie tang
turned to a track star, he seen that flame
gotta get out of here, you ain’t servin’
told lil’ brother “these n*ggas be nervous”
ain’t no money involved, we ain’t mergin’
got a freaky lil’ ho stay on curby
f*cked the sh*t out her, can’t stop on these perkies
f*cked the sh*t out her, i can’t stop, that’s the percocets
sad city critter wanna rock in a turtleneck
said when i f*ck her she like to get hollered at
back of the maybach that work
b*tch, you swallow that
play with the sh*t, you get whacked
do you follow that?
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