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mac & kid - mizzle mac & kidyfs lyrics

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fu*f*ck the off*whites, baby these are prada
i might give a b*tch the world, but i won’t give a n*gga nada!
yeah, she think i’m super rich ‘cause i just put her on to cava
and he ain’t spending on his b*tch ‘cause he be f*cking on his patna’

ugh!

alright, whatever.. you don’t want me then it’s dead
yo’ brother talking told ‘em, “shh,” ugh.. there go his head
kept throwing stones, it’s time to fight, get on yo’ feet you think you fred
said i’m a b*tch, yeah i’m a dog and i’m in heat, we seein’ red.. ahh

versace when i wipe down got, balenci on the drip
cap insidе they rap they try to copy how we livе
sunset on the view we taking bong rips at the ritz
had a quarter mil’ in reach until i ran into the feds

i be running up these racks you can’t equate it
f*ck this 9*5, i’m trapping on my day shift
even dealing with a case i’m still gon’ shake sh*t
i got these rappers tryna play but they don’t make sh*t

i almost hit somebody ho’, go get your b*tch out the street
just had a fit i told her no, won’t get no switch outta me
said she ain’t with me for the dough, i told her pick up the fee
he said he got a cold heart, so he got hit with the ski
lil homie kickdo’s, sh*t, call him monica
he blow the sticky like a flute like a harmonica
don’t let yo’ b*tch get in the whip don’t plan on harming her
lil brodie think i let him go, f*ck he think karma for?

why the f*ck you in my dm? get your b*tch out my sheet!
i just rap and f*ck a bm then get money, repeat
blow this choppa like a flute and watch him turn into a track meet
man these rappers nothing but flukes but that’s just only if you ask me
if you acting brave then drop a pin i’m on the way
i’m ‘bout to drive em off the road they getting out of lanes
they ain’t heard of kid i’m ‘boutta give ‘em all a taste
i put 200 on my dash i put 200 on my waist

lil baby like me when i’m winning, like me when i’m fly
i buy her roses, change the linens when she finna cry
but when i’m low, and we start twinning she not asking why
she get the ick if i’m depressed, too stressed to tell her bye

kid, tell them take a seat.. let’s teach ’em how to catch it!
he ain’t know how to do his arms in the picture got his leg hit
he ain’t know how to tell his moms we upped the stick, f*cked up her credit
he ain’t know how to cl!ck the stick, you best think quick b*tch hop on reddit

they out here talking on the net, but i ain’t into that
b*tch i’m sippin on this syrup like it’s similac
if it’s up well then it’s stuck there ain’t no coming back
kidyfs & mizzle mac lil b*tch we run it back

- mizzle mac kidyfs lyrics

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