Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Macaframa, artist - X-Raided.
Date of issue: 10.02.2016
Song language: English
Macaframa |
Next song is Macaframa |
Yeah… for yall uneducated ass bitches (fuck you hoes) |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, foever hatin on a nigga thats havin thangs |
Nigga, these type of situations on lockdown, were da real love at? |
Yeah, yeah… |
Ain’t no love for them hoes an I’m knowin |
Bitches only jocking X-Raided cause I be flowin |
Thats why Im showin 'em love and affection |
In they silky sections my erections |
Spitten milky secretions in they directions |
When you in they presence, they say you king |
But when you ain’t around they clown like you a peasant |
Fuck givin the bitches presents |
Diamond rings and things of that nature get you pussy fo sho |
That ho’ll date ya and inflate your ego |
But they got you hero zero fo show for all your actions |
You went to jail wit no bail an now ain’t nothin cracking |
Bet back when you was free you thought you had a solid female |
But now you can’t even get a visit an' gotta beg for mail |
Movin lika a snail when you tryin to get her to handle somethin |
And late at night she got cum drippin out her bellybutton |
That good for nothin bitch is useless for a convict |
I’m nuttin up on hoez, nigga fuck that cum shit |
Her cousins on my nuts like a little squirrel |
An I wouldve been to mack her if she wasn’t a little girl |
But about two months from now that little girl gon turn 18 |
The number one draft pick on my home team |
Im that gansta you answer to |
When I say bitch jump then thats whatcha do |
Im a fast talkin convict, blowin yo mind |
Im workin macaframalama even if im in da slamma |
It dont take much to keep yo man happy doing eight months |
But it ain’t no contact visits so you can’t touch |
An county time ain’t no joke |
In Sacramento this shit will have you mental |
Cause you can’t smoke |
You be stressed out |
Hopin that you get yo case |
Three strikes tryin to wipe out my whole race |
Now here comes yo wife since you done got your time |
Saying that she can’t hang; |
bitch is you out yo mind? |
She got everything you own |
Vehicle, clothes, even yo home |
Not a penny on yo' books cause tha bitch is gone |
They send you to the branch then from there |
Out to Tracy |
And one of the homies hooked you up with |
This bitch Stacy |
Shes white, overweight with bi-focals |
But she’s sending letters wit money orders through the postal |
You dedicated to love an married her quick to hit that ass |
On the first conjugal visit she had you cummin hella fast |
You lost your pretty bitch but you gained a ugly soldier |
Move over bacon, its time fo Sizzlean to take over |
Cause doing time, it’s all about support |
An the bitch is to come an let you make her pussy for it, tell em short |
Now this is fo the homies that got them Nike wearing hoes |
Ponytails in they hair sportin other bitches clothes |
Ruggish, thuggish, raggedy like a Muppet the type that |
Wakes up in the mornin' put on some sweats an be like fuck it |
Nigga don’t lie, you know I just detailed yo baby’s mama |
The type of bitch that’s even quicker than me to start some drama |
Like a comma, puttin pauses in yo sentences |
Y’all can’t even get along irreconcilable differences |
That bitch is famous from so many nameless dicks |
That penetrated and she’s gameless |
That’s how you know shes never been with Raided |
She’s aimless, where is you headed? |
Bitch is you knowin? |
Gettin on my nerves like my bunkie when hes snorin |
He needed to leave or get rid of her immediately at this moment |
An shake her like Jordan does a basketball opponent |
If you ever fall or take a loss |
Nigga that bitch is gone that lil leech will find another nigga to lean on |
She’s a forty ounce swigga, weed smoker |
Needin to get that shit up |
Her beer belly overlapping, needin to do some sit-ups |
Shes lazy as can be and’ll never make no progress |
So shake that ho that’s all I can suggest, nigga |
X-raided locc |
Dott Dogg: |
Yeah, how do you bitches out there like that? |
Funky ass hoez! |
Good for nothin, runnin out on a motherfucker when times get hard |
Punk ass bitch! |
Yeah, Dott Dogg said that, sorry ass beatch! |
To all you hoes that fit that description |
[You know why? |
Cause I’m workin macaframalama |
Even if I’m in the slamma. |
Beatch!] |
I’m that gansta you answer to |
When I say bitch jump then thats whatcha do |
Im a fast talkin convict, blowin yo mind |
Im workin macaframalama even if I’m in da slamma |