Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mayor, artist - Pac Div.
Date of issue: 08.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mayor |
Just another day out in sunny LA |
There’s dealers in the streets and the coppers don’t play |
Got my 501 jeans, my crew neck sweater |
Saggin' in my pants cuz I don’t know better |
In any weather we stay the flyest |
Killas on my side case u suckas wanna try us |
Numbers in my phone, I’m so player |
Feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor |
I might run for mayor |
Nigga ask your momma I’m a muthafuckin' player |
If I see your girlfriend starin', I’m a take her |
That’s word to my cousin up in Oakland with the scraper |
501 jeans yeah that’s my flavor |
Crew neck sweaters in the club, fuck a blazer |
Button up under case the bouncer is a hater |
Straight to the bar for a couple shots of jaeger |
If I see a nice thin light skin I’m a game her |
Tell her I’m big Mibbs and I’m runnin' for mayor |
She digs my speeds and guess where I’m a take her |
Back to the crib where I can blaze her |
Modern Joe Frazier second round knock out |
When I pull the cock out, baby see you later |
I think around 8 or 9 I’m a wake her up |
Kick her out, then go pick up my paper |
I might run for mayor |
Cruise through the city in a booger green pacer |
Got ya girl wit me, I’m so player |
Pullin' hoes since Bo Jackson was a Raider |
Everything’s tailored, from the Chuck Taylor’s |
Check the steering wheel in my car, that’s gator |
Sip liquor straight, I don’t need chasers |
Drink a pint of hen, I’m cursin' like a sailor |
I’m so major, sit back and watch me |
Bought my 501's and my sweater from the swap meet |
Music up loud, coppers wanna stop me |
Mad cuz I’m young black makin' that broccoli |
Hangin' wit the possie, niggas wanna copy |
But I’m too fly so the squares can’t jock me |
Watch how they jock me, I’m so player |
Feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor |
Yeah I might run for mayor |
I’m scandalous with the papers |
LA county, the planet of the gangsters |
Get ya cameras and tapers |
Ya boy hustle hard like Rambis for the Lakers |
Riding by zoom but we boom wit the base muffle |
Fly as a space shuttle, cool as a rain puddle |
Who wanna make trouble |
Pimp hand heavy no half stepping |
Like old school Daddy Kane for ya |
Its a shame on you, what you lames gone do |
You’s a bitch, we make it rain on you |
Yea the dames come through |
We decked out with hoes, draw circles around tens |
Then ex out the O’s, boy check out my pose |
Stan Smith classic fresh out the grove |
Look who crept out the stove |
Keep a bad one like she fresh out the Vouge |
Then we go shopping like we fresh out the clothes |
Gimme that, shopping bags, popping tags, I’m a smash |
From the side of the tracks, where the homies talk trash |
You can only sight see if you got a pass, the mayor |
I might run for mayor |
Feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor |