| Err, wrr
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| Hold on that side too
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| DTB on the beat, that’s bro
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| You know this the first beat I got to produce with DTB
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| Big chain-chain make these hoes go insane
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| Mack and finessin', fi-danglin'
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| You ain’t 'posed to be on my side of town, it’s too dangerous
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| I’m married to the game, so we had previous engagements
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| I’m always on the roll, I can’t tell you what the day is
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| ain’t the height now I look Asian
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| Never wanted to play doctor, pussy, I don’t got the patience
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| And I got a Johnny rocket, 'case a nigga wanna race me
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| Before she eat this dick, she bow her head and say her prayer
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| Bein' savage in my plane, that’s a cartoon character
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| That’s the channel where I stunt, bitch, I might embarrass ya'
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| I got Haitians that do voodoo 'round the Bay area
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| Your baby-momma was bad service, so I switched my carrier
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| I used to wake up broke, I never wanna feel the same
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| And nights I wished I had a Benz in the game
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| These niggas spendin' all they money tryna be like Nef and Guappy
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| Even a Ditto couldn’t copy his chain, bitch
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| Bust it down, bust it down
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| Icin' out my lifestyle and all that (Ice)
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| She FaceTimed me twice, I ain’t call back
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| I’m finna die, I’m tryna get away from all that
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| And you can have it for a fee
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| I, gotta get payed, I don’t do free
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| Got this on lock, don’t need no key
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| Hangin' with likes and tryna bring the racks in
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| I’m with squad, the master, finess pastor
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| The bank laugher, long stick, spell castin'
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| Big Ray-Gun like an asteroid blaster
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| I’m floatin' on wax, but I don’t smoke shatter
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| I got mud, all in my cup, we got drunk
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| Exactly where I know your bitch from, nigga, I fuck
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| I ain’t even need to run no train, nigga, she truck
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| Yeah, like an eighteen-wheeler
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| That ho fine, but this ho killer
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| I wanna marry Zendaya, I wanna fuck SZA
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| I wanna have a threesome with a virgin and a stripper
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| I wanna study martial arts in Topa', with the RZA
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| Direct deposits, no direct emotions
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| I direct my shooter, they direct the smokin'
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| Spendin' all your money tryna look like Nef and Guappy
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| Even a Ditto couldn’t copy
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| Bust it down, bust it down (Yeah)
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| Icin' out my lifestyle and all that (Ice)
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| She FaceTimed me twice, I ain’t call back
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| I’m finna die, I’m tryna get away from all that
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| And you can have it for a fee
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| I, gotta get payed, I don’t do free
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| Got this on lock, don’t need no key
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| Hangin' with likes and tryna bring the racks in
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| And you can have it for a fee
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| Gotta get payed, I don’t do free
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| Got this on lock, don’t need no key
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| Hangin' with likes and tryna bring the racks in |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mackin & Hangin , by - Nef The Pharaoh. Song from the album CHANGSZN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп