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lirik lagu switches dump – mac critter

[intro: mac critter]
(oh, that’s mj)
yeah
the realest (mj on the beat, man)
ar*15 with the hundred round drum with the shade, catch the net on the side of that b*tch
f*ckin’ the ho in the bentley, we go outer sp*ce and we f*ck on a private and sh*t

[chorus: mac critter]
f*ckin’ the ho in the bentley, we go outer sp*ce, and we f*ck on a private and sh*t
ar*15 with the hundred round drum with the sh*t, catch a net on the side of that b*tch
twenty reds, rods, rubber bands in both of my pockets, i’m spеndin’ your salary
buh, switches, they dump
fuh, switches, thеy dump
maybach, i don’t feel a bump
feel like i’m ridin’ on a cloud, seat recline to the trunk
scat pack low, go slow over him
spoiler in the front, i be crushin’ the car
back door sh*t, we finessin’ up front
twenty*four seven, try our rollie, gon’ pump
pull up and kick open the door, frrt
stickin’ this d*ck in your ho, huh

[verse 1: mac critter]
pull up and kick open the door, frrt
opp number four (p*ssy)
in the 392 scat pack wide body with dracs, smokin’ baby cho
pourin’ up green heart, rollin’ up dead opps
smokin’ this muddy, i’m crackin’ these fours
he wanna play hard, stand in his front yard
.762 knock the hinge off the door
pretty ass ho go to college, she molly
i get in that p*ssy, be stabbin’ that ho
racks not skinny, bands, got plenty
f*ck out a [?], sn*tch out the [?]
b*tch, i’m the menace, .556 and .7 (blrrt)
squeezin’ the drac’ like eleven
ho tryna shop with a vendor, i [?], i’m a winner
i be stuffin’ d*ck in her
i spin the block in the 392 with these .762s
see the shots, i ain’t been in no phantom
i f*ck a player and that p*ssy, ain’t let her l!ck her hand
get a taste of self for dinner
s*xy ass ho say she come from the island
’bout it like i got a number one contender
700 walk down, tge, tryna go [?]
[chorus: mac critter & ytb fatt]
f*ckin’ the ho in the bentley, we go outer sp*ce, and we f*ck on a private and sh*t
ar*15 with the hundred round drum with the sh*t, catch a net on the side of that b*tch
twenty reds, rods, rubber bands in both of my pockets, i’m spendin’ your salary
buh, switches, they dump
fuh, switches, they dump
maybach, i don’t feel a bump
feel like i’m ridin’ on a cloud, seat recline to the trunk
scat pack low, go slow over him
spoiler in the front, i be crushin’ the car
back door sh*t, we finessin’ up front
twenty*four seven, try our rollie, gon’ pump
pull up and kick open the door, frrt (uh, uh)
stickin’ this d*ck in your ho, huh (yeah, huh)

[verse 2: ytb fatt]
i’ve been stickin’ this d*ck in her throat
n*gga, i’m a real fox, i ain’t a goat
n*gga, when i check in the trenches, thirty*thousand on me, glock and a marchiano coat
n*gga, i was down bad, f*cked up, them p*ssy n*ggas wouldn’t give me a coke
now i’m on powder some more and some more and some more, uh, and some more
lil’ n*gga wanna smoke with hand vowels in it
i’m the reason the motion in the trenches
sprinter bus, six crip b*tches
n*gga, i got rod wave f*ckin’ with me
she kept it real like [?] hit the b*tch
she threw a fit so i put her in prada
ho, would you be here if i ain’t had these dollars?
man, the mafia [?]
uh, i got the rick owens sword on my feet
i’m poppin’ sh*t, it’s just me and lil’ meech
foxes only, play for keeps
swingin’ my dreads like chief keef
before the deal, i was rockin’ some cleats
in the field for real ’til they ask about me
courtside, i pay racks for this heat
if the b*tch ain’t bad, can’t sit by me
i’m with lil gotit, he pushin’ the pedal for real, slimy srt
yellin’ “free lil double”, this sh*t on repeat
off the heel with this switch soon as you reach
i got like two*hundred thousand on top of my neck and another fifty in my jeans
i got the beans, atlanta, ga, me and critter ridin’ maybach seats
[chorus: mac critter]
f*ckin’ the ho in the bentley, we go outer sp*ce, and we f*ck on a private and sh*t
ar*15 with the hundred round drum with the sh*t, catch a net on the side of that b*tch
twenty reds, rods, rubber bands in both of my pockets, i’m spendin’ your salary
buh, switches, they dump
fuh, switches, they dump
maybach, i don’t feel a bump
feel like i’m ridin’ on a cloud, seat recline to the trunk
scat pack low, go slow over hump
spoiler in the front, i be crushin’ the car
back door sh*t, we finessin’ up front
twenty*four seven, try our rollie, gon’ pump
pull up and kick open the door, frrt
stickin’ this d*ck in your ho, huh

- mac critter

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