| I say hush little baby baby, gotta lay my mack down
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| One real nigga bitches know my background
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| Bring me all, all hundreds how does that sound
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| Word around town, bitch I lay my mack down
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| Sippin' on some sizzurp, chilling with some white bitches
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| Cause they richer bitches, run the game
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| Pitch it, I’m a catcher
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| I’m a pimp up under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
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| Shut the fuck up, start undressin
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| I ain’t Usher, stop confessin bitch
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| Tools in the air, five dukes of that
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| Old Cadillac shit, tire on the back
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| For the whoopty woop woop, ass superfat
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| I’m ahead of these niggas, I skipped a beat; |
| Heart Attack
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| Tuck your diamonds in, I’m shining, what I blind you in
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| No time to eat for you, I call that Ramadan a rapper shit
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| You like a virgin to the money, call that that Madonna shit
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| T-sacchi when I’m dressing, stepping on them speaking bitch
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| Juicy J still shitting on niggas, I’m getting money out the ass. |
| (Mhm)
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| Money over bitches, nigga you get money out the ass. |
| (Mhm)
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| Balling, spending just for fun, I think I’ll cop a Lambo
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| Twenty hoes, a hundred racks to Vegas just to gamble. |
| (You know it!)
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| Hope you ain’t going broke, trying to keep up with me. |
| (Yessir!)
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| Yo baby my head is dumb, I call that ho CDC. |
| (That bitch!)
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| Cash is tall for me, you need cash to talk to me
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| And that cash keep coming, its like that cash be stalking me
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| Niggas be saying they get money, just because they got a mouth. |
| (Hell naw!)
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| Jacksons, Grants, and Franklins, Louie duffy got a larger mouth. |
| (You know it!)
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| You haters falling off (Bitch!), I’m still getting paid. |
| (Bitch!)
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| I got so many fans I can throw a parade |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mack Down , by - Tyga. Song from the album #BitchImTheShit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп