| Nigga don’t tell me what you want
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| Think you calling shots? |
| I make a call, nigga get you gone
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| Knew that was your girl but she a ho and her pussy soak
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| Sound like macaroni in a bowl when she mix it up
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| Knew I was gon' put it in the song
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| We ain’t get to fuck
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| Think about when you leave her home
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| Where she really at?
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| Probably got location on your phone, she know where you at
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| A lot of niggas hatin' on the boy
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| Why you really mad?
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| Is it 'cause I’m really putting on where my city at
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| Highbridge, nigga from the Bronx where it be gritty at
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| I be smoking on gorilla glue and smoking GG pack
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| They don’t wanna free my nigga Nun but I know he be back
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| Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back
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| Now they probably all up in my DM, I don’t get to check
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| I could turn your girl into a demon, boy, don’t get me mad
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| Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap
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| Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet
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| When I met her said she was a fuckin' bartender, yeah
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| Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper, yeah
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| Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah
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| My nigga don’t tell me what to do
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| Mel went to school for shooting hoops and then he learned to shoot
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| Had to lock myself inside the booth, that’s how I kept my cool
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| Saw my nigga Quado on the news, that’s why I kept my tool
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| Don’t you try to tell me nothing, nigga, you don’t know me
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| Done with this bottle, fill me up I need another Rosé
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| Got to hit a couple hittas up when I’m by my lonely
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| I think they already know wassup, I don’t fuck with phonies
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| Lately I been running out of time, I need another Rollie
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| Lately I been on the west-side, don’t need no other homies
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| Diamonds on my pinky finger blinding, all the bitches on me
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| I look at her and tell her call me, hold up matter fact
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| Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back
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| Now they probably all up in my DM, I don’t get to check
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| I could turn your girl into a demon, boy, don’t get me mad
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| Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap
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| Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet
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| When I met her said she was a fuckin' bartender, yeah
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| Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper, yeah
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| Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah
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| Macaroni in a bowl
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| The way she mix it up
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| The way she mix it in a bowl
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| The way she mix it up
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| Macaroni in a… mix it up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Macaroni , by - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. Song from the album TBA, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп