Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Return Of The Mack, artist - Kevin Gates. Date of issue: 04.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Return Of The Mack |
| Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? |
| I don’t get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up |
| Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag) |
| On my turf I’m the man, I just purr’d in your cat |
| I took the pain and the ache when it came wit' it (Bang) |
| Gave you a little taste of fame and you changed wit' it |
| They told you not to fuck wit' me but you ain’t listen (Yes) |
| You used to fuck me all night and now you way different (Now you way different) |
| I see you starin' off in space like your brain missin' |
| I used to grip on your little waist while my chain glisten (Ooo) |
| In the mirror makin' faces my little thing in you |
| Come up and visit me in prison 'round the gang members (Gang) |
| I love to show you off 'cause you somethin' serious (Uh) |
| Who you be textin' all the time? |
| I’m just curious |
| Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag) |
| On my turf I’m the man, I just purr’d in your cat |
| Tends to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside (Woah) |
| While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind (Woah woah woah) |
| I ran some G and got a bag, but it ain’t like it used to be (It ain’t like it |
| used to be) |
| And baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? |
| I don’t get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up |
| Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag) |
| On my turf I’m the man, I just purr’d in your cat |
| Your lil' pussy feel expensive 'cause my teeth diamonds |
| Even ate ya on your rag, and I got pink diamonds |
| I’m a vampire |
| They be tellin' stories 'bout me 'round the campfire |
| I love it when you stand in front of me and whine for me |
| Used to feel all on your booty when we out in public |
| Baby, tell me, what fuck they know 'bout our love? |
| I don’t get tired, I hit the gas, then we power it up |
| He must of told ya', he was 'bout to leave his wife for ya' |
| And y’all can run off, he forever be on side of you |
| Thinkin' that the grass is green, I know you tired of it |
| Then he ran off wit' your money, nigga lied to you |
| Tends to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside |
| While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind |
| I ran some G and got a bag, but it ain’t like it used to be (It ain’t like it |
| used to be) |
| Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? |
| I don’t get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up |
| Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag) |
| On my turf I’m the man, I just purr’d in your cat |
| Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? |
| Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? |
| Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? |
| I’m here, swaggin', pants saggin' and I’m powered up |
| Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? |
| Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? |
| Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout how I love? |
| Breadwinner fly, I’m a big driver and I’m powered up |
| Sharin' moments, I never thought that you would turn on me |
| I really wanted you, but all you really want is surgery |
| Found out you still fuck with him, and bae, that hurted me |
| You can’t be lying, under oath, bae, that’s perjury |
| We hold at court, I’m convicting you of burglary |
| You stole my heart then ran off, you’d like to murder me |
| I swear when I heal off from this shit, bitch, I swear |
| I’ma shit on you |
| Return of the mack, bitch, I’m turnt on yo' ass |
| Bought my new bird a bag, while I skrrt in the Jagg |
| See I’m a giver, I got a big heart, and I like to love |
| But most people are lovers of themselves |
| Shit tends to hurt you when a person make you hurt inside |
| While she wit' me I know another nigga got her mind |
| I ran some G and got a bag, but it ain’t like it used to be (It ain’t like it |
| used to be) |
| Baby, tell me, what the fuck they know 'bout our love? |
| I don’t get tired, I hit the gas, then we powered up |
| Return of the mack, bae I work for the bag (Bag) |
| On my turf I’m the man, I just purr’d in your cat |
| (Turn to yo' senses) |