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not real - mac critter lyrics

[chorus]
hop out the tahoe and hop in a coupe
i put four grams in the wood and i blow out the roof
boy you a b*tch, don’t compare me to you
we like to jump out with choppers and shoot
she like to suck and l!ck and chew
that p*ssy be good and that head be the truth
i’m in the three ninety*two with the troupes
every time you see me, i’m with some members
we trappin’ february to december
my diamonds be hitting, these baguettes and emeralds
she pulled a hand of the wax out thе rental
this b*tch gotta fade her ho ways, or imma pin hеr
i got your ho eating ding*a*ling dinner
i try to pray daily, i know i’m a sinner
come in my trap, different sh*t like a vendor
the sh*t you did in the past, i remember

[verse]
i like to hold up my ice up on a hater
don’t compare to me to him, ‘cus he ain’t have this paper
i’m not the type of n*gga, that gone save her
if she gone go, then i let cuz slay her
b*tch i’m a mack, but i move like a player
ask the streets about us, we was raised in h*ll
if your friends read about me, they call me the slayer
b*tch, stop lying like you real
boy, stop lying like you trapping
you never seen a hundred bows vacuumed
healed up with them bows i go for the [?]
they be waiting for that drop, like a rapper
they love the cocaine and fentan
junkies, they knocking again and again
they pulling they hair and they scratching they skin
be cool, i got what you need my friend
your b*tch a five, my b*tch a ten
but still, imma charge the ho in the end
nothing but baguettes, in my bussdown swedish
thick ass b*tch, you f*cking get treated
no i can’t change on my homies for money
we all can get this sh*t up in a bundle
i wish my n*gga [kwis?] was here today
that n*gga really had faith
[chorus]
hop out the tahoe and hop in a coupe
i put four grams in the wood and i blow out the roof
boy you a b*tch, don’t compare me to you
we like to jump out with choppers and shoot
she like to suck and l!ck and chew
that p*ssy be good and that head be the truth
i’m in the three ninety*two with the troupes
every time you see me, i’m with some members
we trappin’ february to december
my diamonds be hitting, these baguettes and emeralds
she pulled a hand of the wax out the rental
this b*tch gotta fade her ho ways, or imma pin her
i got your ho eating ding*a*ling dinner
i try to pray daily, i know i’m a sinner
come in my trap, different sh*t like a vendor
the sh*t you did in the past, i remember

- mac critter lyrics

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