lirik lagu .40 – mizzle mac
got the .40 on his chest, like he harrison barnes
yo lil shorty say i’m the best, see all these carrots i farm
oh now she mad, because i’m hot? her baby daddy lukewarm!
i bet her man see what i got he dip no need to warn
f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these b*tches, like my feet in p*rn
met him, now want me back, i told lil baby she worn
b*tch its mizzle, b*tch it’s mac, you take me as a corn?
shoe sole on fire, red truck, and i might toot my h*rn
louie yea, the shirt is gucc
they trynna jack the fly
he broke, he ain’t getting no cooch
got nerve, he wonder why
everyday is lit, like luc
man i can’t even lie
she cover the hate with grit, so cute
i think she think she sly
i’m a winner, i’m the one, yea i’m that f*cking guy!
hop out the sprinter, loaded guns, we bout to shuck and jive
we cold as winter, you better lunge you want this f*ck alive
we cold as winter, you better lunge you want this f*ck alive
got the .40 on his chest, like he harrison barnes
yo lil shorty say i’m the best, see all these carrots i farm
oh now she mad, because i’m hot? her baby daddy lukewarm!
i bet her man see what i got he dip no need to warn
f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these b*tches, like my feet in p*rn
met him, now want me back, i told lil baby she worn
b*tch its mizzle, b*tch it’s mac, you take me as a corn?
shoe sole on fire, red truck, and i might toot my h*rn
yea i might toot my h*rn
i hit the block in louie boots that none of you goofs have worn
he saw the glock he looking spooked, yea i can shoot, and scorn
that n*gga fruity like a root that n*gga cute, and orange
yea ho it’s mizzle mac, i brought the gat, can make it clack, you bet not catch my wrath
n*gga waiting for my call, he trynna catch a draft
can’t be my man, don’t got no plan, he gone just walk my path
i need em strong, know when he wrong, or it’s a no, a pass
my money long, bell ding and dong, the name blow it blast
he’ll get acquainted with this piece he try to blow the bag
n*gga hating, n*gga weak, it’s cause he a ho he last
put the forty on his back like he gale s
n*gga see i’m moving up! now he real pressed
still on a hunt to these figures, we don’t pull with threats
roll better blunts then these n*ggas in a full set!
got the .40 on his chest, like he harrison barnes
yo lil shorty say i’m the best, see all these carrots i farm
oh now she mad, because i’m hot? her baby daddy lukewarm!
i bet her man see what i got he dip no need to warn
f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these b*tches, like my feet in p*rn
met him, now want me back, i told lil baby she worn
b*tch its mizzle, b*tch it’s mac, you take me as a corn?
shoe sole on fire, red truck, and i might toot my h*rn
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