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lirik lagu b-boyz – mack maine

talk about it, make em talk about it
life to me is currency, prosperity i got it
and your life to me is lifeless like its livin’ on life support
i license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
n-gga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
next to me is definitely no one, i’m one of one
and i musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
mack in the back of a ‘lac with a mac in the back of a ‘lac
with a latch on the back of the trunk
hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he’s off balance
and i’m back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
and i’m in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody’s allowance
iraq on the block g watch for the block or whatever
and cut no cut more guns more guts f-ck boy you f-cked up twice you f-cked considerin’ you drownin’
die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin’
c-cry in the face of jesus we just pray we keep on stylin’
on you b-tches tde ymcmb business b-tch

okay n-gga riding in a may-be, and i’m probably with baby
don’t talk n-gga f-ck you pay me, intercept your b-tch like bailey
okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my b-tch drive
need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my levis
boy i swear this n-gga be swagging, and i’m living lavish
might cop me an aston, martin on ’em
anything i drive i own ’em, bad b-tch and that -ss ain’t normal
gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
i’m super paid, 2 shows a day
my rollie gold, no time to waste
what it do berg, my f-ckin’ brother
keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
hot as the summer, cold as the winter
stay on them charts, i heard that they plotting my timber
young n-gga, got a lot of flows
any n-gga don’t believe me, i make it look easy easy out of control

box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
uptown gangsta, get it how we get it
third ward soldier, suicide rider
militant minded, hundred mill on the counter
hand pearly rug n-gga, flame on the bugatti
christian louboutin, chanel for my models
higher than bugatti n-gga, fishing on the fish scales
nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
fr-fresher than i been before
higher than we even been, shining on them 24’s
junior doing time ho
on the grind ho, while he doing time ho

ya know!
the time is money and money still was made baby
eight months ain’t stop nothing n-gga
it’s like jail was third base and my lil’ n-gga still came home, ya understand

i’m from the hood where b-tches hold c0ke in they baby diapers
that’s why when the babies grow up d-mn they be like us
i came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
man i’m so happy my lil’ brother came home from rikers
shout out to bp, thugga, flow and fail boy
my flow lucifer, i spit h-ll boy
my heart numb, ain’t no pain i can’t withstand
and i hold my n-ggas down boy like a kickstand
get off my nuts, stop acting like a b-tch fam
lil’ n-gga finish p-b-rty, grow ya own d-ck d-mn
i went from watching time fly on earl and red porch
to cruising through the streets of miami in a red porsche
me and stunna fly, we should join the air force
stand up n-ggas, the f-ck you brought them chairs for?
i went from making money from people with crack habits
to thanking god i’m in a whole ‘nother tax bracket, amen

- mack maine

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