| This young nigga with me
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| Really shoot like Trae
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| I’m pullin' up with seven MAC-11s
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| Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'
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| Put a beam on every single weapon
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| Send me the addy and I’ma address it
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| I wanna start rippin' through your leggings
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| You’re better than Margiela and Giuseppe
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| Want you to stop playing, you can get it
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| Just send me the addy and I’ma address it, yeah
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| All I know is get the bag, facts
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| I get money out the ass, facts
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| You should see what’s in my stash, racks
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| You don’t want it to get bad, oh man
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| Really shootin' like The Mask, facts
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| Runnin' through bodies like Mad Max
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| Hoodie on, grippied up, mask black
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| I keep it on me, get your ass back
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| The niggas I roll with is not nice
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| Hit a nigga in front of his mom, I swear
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| Forty-two niggas gon' knock him down
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| We can get the one, I don’t know if he my height
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| Yeah, half of these niggas cannot fight
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| They used to call us dirty Bronx guys
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| Now niggas' bitches send me heart eyes
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| Niggas' bitches be sendin' me heart eyes
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| I got a bankroll in every whip
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| Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'
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| Put a beam on every single weapon
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| Designer clothes, I get it for free
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| They wonder why I never go to sleep
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| It’s niggas tryna take me out my misery
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| But I can never let them get me off my feet
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| I put a Hellcat engine in the Jeep
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| It’s not a G-Wagen, yeah
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| And I ain’t really with the back-and-forth shit
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| Just let me know if it’s static, yeah
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| Hangin' 'round nothin' but bosses, no losses, only W’s, yeah
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| My nigga don’t even make songs and he got more hits than a baddie, yeah
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| Turn my bitch into a brat, she got more double C than a Sabathia, yeah
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| Had a nine-car garage at the crib, crib so big, I call it a lair
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| I know you just wanna show off in my car, makin' videos flippin' your hair
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| Girl, you gon' fall out of line fuckin' with the stars, baby, you is not
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| ordinar'
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| Niggas gon' fall out of line fuckin' with some thugs, nigga, get you right out
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| of here
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| Got a FN, it came with a scope and a beam, I’m ready, yeah
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| (Almighty God)
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| I’m pullin' up with seven MAC-11s
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| Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'
|
| Put a beam on every single weapon
|
| Send me the addy and I’ma address it
|
| I wanna start rippin' through your leggings
|
| You’re better than Margiela and Giuseppe
|
| Want you to stop playing, you can get it
|
| Just send me the addy and I’ma address it
|
| I’m pullin' up with seven MAC-11s
|
| Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'
|
| Put a beam on every single weapon
|
| Send me the addy and I’ma address it
|
| I wanna start rippin' through your leggings
|
| You’re better than Margiela and Giuseppe
|
| Want you to stop playing, you can get it
|
| Just send me the addy and I’ma address it, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 7 Mac 11's , by - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. Song from the album Artist 2.0, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп