| Ha, ha, ha, ha
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| Ain’t nothin' but the best (Ha, ha)
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| Ain’t nothin' but the biggest shit goin' on nigga
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| Hell yeah nigga, nothin' but that stay true, playa shit
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| Baby, we gotta keep it real ya know what I’m saying
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| Go on with your shit G (Ooh)
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| MJG is in your shit
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| Ain’t no use in talkin that ill shit
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| Yeah, listen to this man he the real shit, it’s so real
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| MJG, soak that shit up nigga (Ooh)
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| Big space-age pimpin' I’m schoolin' and teachin' bitches
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| These hoes on they toes suppose to bring riches
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| To a nigga like me, MJ fuckin' G
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| Get down on your knees, advance to suck a D (Ooh)
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| Take ya draws off baby, I’m comin' to knock it off
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| That is if ya dyke ass friend don’t block it off
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| It’s the big dick bandit, larger than real life
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| You fuckin' one of my hoes, I’m fuckin' ya real wife (Ooh)
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| Feels nice, to hold that ass just like Africa
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| Something like the motherland, I’m goin' back to her
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| Top-notch school for hoes who boost clothes
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| Rob niggas throws or killers that kick doors (Ooh)
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| Or the property, of any imposter who think he stoppin' me
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| Eleven million volts of hatin' that ain’t shockin' me
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| Nothin' like a quality bitch to break tricks
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| Control by a pimp ass nigga who take shit (Ooh)
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| I’m reliable, hoes close ya mouth and don’t speak
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| I’ll work you non-stop in the streets for twelve weeks
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| Here’s the plan, find me a woman with lots of class
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| Who knows how to carry herself with lots of ass (Ooh)
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| The black mac is back, (He's comin' with twenty hoes)
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| Cars and condos, (Down with ten toes)
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| Braids and afros, (Fades and perm rolls)
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| Pussy that turn gold, (A nigga that sittin' dro)
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| The black mac is back, (Prepare to come strong)
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| Keepin' it goin' on, (Up in his home zone)
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| Bitches be gettin' boned, (Tricks be needing loans)
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| All my hoes grown, (Leave me the fuck alone)
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| Now who be the nigga with the six-pack of hoes
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| Doing anything for a little something up they nose, clothes
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| Ridin' clean on Vogues, drinkin Mo’s
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| In the presidential suite givin' private shows (Ooh)
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| Mississippi, Chi-Town, New York, to L. A
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| Freaky hoes love kissin' on my big bel-lay
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| Every summer in a Hummer, flippin' Texas beaches
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| Seventy-eighter to Decatur tryin' to pick me some peaches (Ooh)
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| Shake hoes in diguise, show me some love
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| Ugly hoes turn to models when they walk in the club
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| High paid, non-educated bitch with an attitude
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| Butt motherfucking naked talkin' bout I’m actin' rude (Ooh)
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| I be the nigga in the corner with the Hennessey
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| Did like that «Men In Black» stick erasing memory
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| Con I pop, tryin' to increase the flock
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| Workin' hard to do better so the cheddar won’t stop
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| This for bout the king-sized beds and rides
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| Gettin' live up in dies kickin' shit with my guys
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| Over time I done made profit slangin' pussy
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| Tell the world the black fat mac is back baby (Ooh)
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| As the cash keeps comin', I’m keepin' the bitches fed
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| Room with the bed, some shelter over they head
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| If you scared ho let it be known before long
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| Tuck ya tail into ya ass go on, on (Ooh)
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| Weak coward, ya false as game is goin' sour
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| Came back empty, from workin' for twelve hours
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| Don’t nothin' but the bitches move as I improve
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| Fuck what society say, I make the rules (Ooh)
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| I’m too cool to be a busta, must a nigga try me
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| You shot thirty times, the bullets went right by me
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| Ya better run this my town, it’s goin' down
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| Don’t forget ya gun, hundreds of killers I be around (Ooh)
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| Oh wait, wanna jump up, itchin' to pop the trunk up
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| Reaching to pull the pump up, hittin' whoever run up
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| Gun up a whole crew of the troop who was on attack
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| Prepare to smoke a sack, the black mac is back (Ooh) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Mac Is Back, artist - MJG. Album song No More Glory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп