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armani caesar - mac 10s for everybody lyrics
[intro: armani caesar]
uh, it’s mani, n_gga
yeah, ac, the motherf_ckin’ king
yo, yo
[verse 1: armani caesar]
call me ar_c (uh huh), industry n_ggas wan’ ar me (chyeah)
no sick, need aarp (what up?), they wan’ trademark me
cut the check, i’m ’bout my biz markie (uh huh)
i drop bombs for [?] barbies (what’s up?)
‘member nights i used to freeze, f_cked up, eatin’ no grilled cheese (for real)
it made me stronger, real queens go through things (uh huh)
i blow through cream, you chicken go through teams (tuh)
the runners is out, now they call my dough blue cheese (come on)
i ‘member them cold nights with no heart (uh huh)
pockets on e, syrup sandwich on whole wheat (what еlse?)
i was taught if you don’t grind, you don’t sleep (’cause why?)
and, n_gga, i ain’t slept in ’bout a week, tеam no sleep (woo)
sh_t is gettin’ real, n_ggas droppin’ like lps (uh huh)
b_tches freakin’ off of hermes and lv (what?)
somebody tell me (uh huh), how they think that they gon’ repel cease (repel cease)
they better double up like chanel cs (haha)
[chorus: westside gunn & armani caesar]
ayo, last play i hit for ten (yeah), i bought mac_10s for everybody (’body)
i don’t even respect your g (woo), ’cause you ain’t caught no bodies (bodies)
i slept in that cell, heart broke ’cause i ain’t have n0body (brr, ‘body, brr, brr)
ayo, yo
[verse 2: armani caesar]
new chick on the block (uh huh), desert e c_cked (what up?)
freshman in the new school, hazin’ you (ooh)
i put flames in boots, this dame’s the truth (what else?)
hoes is in my lane, make ’em change their route (skrrt)
n_ggas ain’t gettin’ money like they claim they do (uh uh)
wanna f_ck with me, n_gga, gotta pay your dues (what up?)
said he f_ck with me ’cause he like the way i move (oh word?)
so sharp, i make him split everything in two (what else?)
copped the benz truck and i got the range in blue (uh huh)
pink bentley i nicknamed majin boo (woo)
i make hoes hot when i’m blazin’ through (hot)
burnt up, stuck, lookin’ like the cajun crew, b_tch
[chorus: westside gunn & armani caesar]
ayo, last play i hit for ten (yeah), i bought mac_10s for everybody (‘body)
i don’t even respect your g (woo), ’cause you ain’t caught no bodies (bodies)
i slept in that cell, heart broke ’cause i ain’t have n0body (brr, ‘body, brr, brr)
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