Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American Family, artist - MACKNED. Date of issue: 12.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
American Family |
| Roll weed on magazines, my choppas got magazines |
| My bitches in magazines, Burberry hold up my jeans |
| You a G, you a G, you a G huh |
| I heard you say it but that shit ain’t what it seem huh |
| You left the hood without a word I think you snitchin' |
| You supposed to stay down for the hood but you went missin' |
| Nigga you a rat, you a rat, now the Mac on yo' ass |
| I had the sack in that class, I hit yo' trap with no mask |
| They call me killa but my say I’m tho |
| I gave a couple niggas game that they ain’t pay me fo' |
| Now baby say I smoke too much herb when she work my last nerve, if a nigga |
| don’t smoke I’ma cut a bitch’s throat |
| I think her daddy got some money, but she work the pole on the weekends, |
| and her mama she a pharmacist |
| Now that’s one hell of a family |
| Seven days a week, heaven for a freak |
| Looking for the dough, hunnit for a goat |
| I might answer when you call me or I might put down the phone |
| I’m a real real nigga you a touchy nigga |
| Step into the and she always on my line, but I’m acting so vague, |
| young Mackned gotta get paid |
| Get me some |
| I think her daddy got some money, but she work the pole on the weekends, |
| and her mama she a pharmacist |
| Now that’s one hell of a family |
| Now that’s one hell of a family |
| Now that’s one hell of a family |