Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mac Dre Day , by - Mac Dre. Release date: 04.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mac Dre Day |
| I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| Call me Morris Dre, ain’t nobody bad like me |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy, knockin' pitches out the park |
| Dre in the Bay kickin' bitches out the 'Lark |
| I shit while niggas fart, I’m super flossy |
| Incoming on my Sprint, outgoing on my faulty |
| Get off me, boy, Dre be the most buttered |
| Rims spin when I peel to the gutter |
| I’ll rob your mother, put one in your brother |
| No witnesses, and not one word muttered |
| Mac Dre gon' be dipped when you see him |
| And full of that H-double E-M |
| I’m a boss, stay coonin' |
| Scandal, boy, tell 'em what we doin' |
| I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me (Sick Wid It) |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I had to hop in my time machine and go back |
| And do a song with Dre and make a new age slap |
| You punks don’t want no static |
| I’m a soo city hog, a Sick Wid It savage |
| Neffy Neffy, pop like ecstasy |
| If she ain’t gettin' texts from me, the ho ain’t ever next to me |
| I grow trees and my grow trees hoodie slangin' P |
| I’m the newest living legend out the fuckin' V |
| Hyphy, in Girbauds and Nikes |
| My nigga S Geezy keep me Bathing fat steezy |
| And a bitch’ll never leave me 'cause I’m so damn peezy |
| Slappin' on a blap from my nigga Sean Teezy (Sean T) |
| Neffy Belafonte, he’s so raw |
| Send a direct message to a bitch nigga jaw (Bitch ass nigga) |
| The race over, boy, you slow niggas lost (Man, you lost) |
| Young Pharaoh, young king, young god |
| I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy, I gets it nightly |
| Three C savage, the shit’s inside me |
| Alright, see, I’ma say it politely |
| You a boring ass bitch and you don’t excite me |
| Bite me, but that’s not likely |
| I’ll backhand yo' ass with this Bentley Brightling |
| Ayy (Ayy) — who’s your friend? |
| Um, you can come but lose your friend |
| My bitch with me with her Gucci ice box |
| $ 650 on these Gucci hi-tops |
| Fuck with me, I’ll leave you in ice knots |
| I still ride with Kilo and his one-eyed cyclops |
| J. Bledsoe, my Nikes retro |
| No more iPhone, it’s back to Metro |
| One more, I’m gone, it’s back to the hood |
| Just roll me some cookies up, and make it a Backwood |
| I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| Look, in the East, I’m a beast, yeah, I’m the quarterback |
| Whatever cost the most, I’ma order that (Yep) |
| Across the border strapped, I know them eses with the coke white |
| Got niggas out in Detroit with sub for that low price |
| The steak ain’t right without the A1 |
| And I can’t leave out my house without a gun |
| Look, Gucci on my tennis shoes, I’m winnin', I ain’t finna lose |
| That rapper gone bad, can’t be slippin', gotta stick and move |
| I’m hyphy, slap the shit up out your wifey |
| Like twenty in my pocket but I still rock a white tee |
| Four niggas in the Benz with the dreadlock hair |
| I’m a California Bear, spittin' game all in your ear |
| Bitch, I’m icy, I swear this lean got me screwed up |
| Bounced out on the track and every ho I seen choosed up |
| Look, I’m a rude boy 'til I die |
| Bitch try to tell me what to do, I’m like, «That's not my job» |
| I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m saucy and dippy, Dorito chippy |
| I’m from Ice City so you know I’m drippy |
| My niggas grow trees, they don’t fuck with trippy |
| Beat a bitch like Kizzy, fuck more hoes than Drizzy |
| Who is he? |
| What she say when I slide up |
| Pulled off on sixes, throwin' my side up |
| I fucked with the Mac, the D-R-E (The D-R-E) |
| And me and The Jack was tight as PRPs |
| Call Mr. Chow’s, see, he our beast |
| Real ass niggas, bitch, we are these |
| You a rat tryna see our cheese |
| Subzero on a punk rock, freon freeze |
| I’m cold as ice, I’m a polar bear (Polar bear) |
| Drive through the ice, you know I’m there |
| North Pole is my home, I’m Santa Claus |
| 'Bout to splash on a bitch like a cannon ball |
| I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy in my Gucci Nikes |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| I’m hyphy, ain’t nobody bad like me |
| D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes |
| What’s up, man? |
| What’s up? |
| This Dre |
| What’s happenin' wit' you? |
| Where you at? |
| I’m on the 205… |