| Everybody is gettin everybody
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| Let’s get a telly and don’t tell nobody
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| Step into the party, pimpin is my hobby
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| Yo bitch is hatin Mall, because she knew she never got me
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| Cuddies smokin blunts, because we all young ballers
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| Comin straight from Cali, Crest Creepers’s what they call us
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| Ain’t nobody trippin, cuz we’re all about our fetti
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| Strip full of Caddies and them muthafuckin Chevy’s
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| Cut thangs, Mustangs, 5.0's
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| Bitches in my party, and they feelin too towed
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| Me, I’m hella saucy, but I don’t sniff blow
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| I’m known to bust them raps with that killer pimp flow
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| Hoochies in my face, and they all poppin pussy
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| But bitch, I get so deep up in that yak, you wanna jook me
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| With a butcher knife, so back up out my life
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| I cannot be your boyfriend but I can lay the pipe
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| The party’s full of folks, all my cuddies from the turf
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| I crack a pint of Hymen, now we all gettin perved
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| Let my cuddy hold my thang, cuz my folks is way deep
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| It ain’t about the game you hear, it’s about the game you peep
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| I’m seein niggas slappin hoes, cuz they gettin outta line
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| I crack up as I act up off that 'Voisier and lime
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| Your bitch in front of me got yak longer than a g block
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| So now I’m freakin baby girl hands on the cock
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| Just then, guess who bust in?
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| The bitch I’m fuckin with — oh, I didn’t know that was yo cousin
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| But before she tripped I tried to act dumb
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| I put her in her place, Crestside is where I’m from
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| And a matter of fact, fuck both of y’all hoes
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| You’re fuckin with some pimp, so the story goes
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| I fiend, that you and me
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| Need to stop playin games and go smooth up a tree
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| On your knees in a telly, high from Hennessy
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| Put them legs on my shoulders, now I’m goin way deep
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| She took the dick from the pussy straight to her throat
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| I love it when I’m drunk and fuckin with a nympho
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| Slide to the slide, k to the y
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| Keep a hat on my shaft, cuz I don’t wanna die
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| I heard a bitch lie, told her friends that I made her cream
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| Straight salt-shakin, tryin to aggravate my team
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| But game don’t stop until the casket drop
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| Or the feds can count my dough
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| Top-notch bitches pickin Mall like a 'fro
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| Never would a player go low
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| Rivals thinkin that must be smokin dope
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| So all the macks kick back, because Mac Mall done came anew
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| And in the V-Town, this is what we do |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life so Far , by - Mac Mall. Song from the album Macuscript Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп