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nef the pharaoh - mac of the year lyrics
[intro]
yeah
n_gga, i’m the motherf_ckin’ mac of the motherf_ckin’ year of the motherf_ckin’ motherf_ckin’ year, motherf_ckin’ year, n_gga
[verse]
i’m a mac, m_a_c and your b_tch know it
she can’t relax, n_gga the bag and all he did was grow it
ain’t sh_t like this rap and this trap money
either way, i’ma get paid, that’s why i act funny
i was dead off the mud ’til she tap my pockets
i woke up out my sleep and took off like rockets
that’s your big brother bag, that is not your wallet (cap)
my youngest son just turned one, i could put him through college (facts)
i bought the benz off the lot with the low mileage (facts)
all cash, no l’s, f_ck a co_signer (facts)
somebody tell these motherf_ckers, i’m the big timer (sh_t)
i’m the reason why these n_ggas think they big timing
my b_tch bring me blues, your b_tch bring you problems
you be on that hoe back like a dirty condom (ha)
i never trip on a b_tch i’m a real mobster
i crack a n_gga on the field like i’m shaq thompson (mobster)
you ain’t get the mud from the doc? i do not want it
all my enemies is dead, i don’t got opponents
i drop a bag on your head and watch somebody blow it (boom)
yeah, my perc’ just kicked in, that b_tch got me goin’
quarterback with the pack, gold tee, i throw it (go long)
we ain’t never shut down, my trap always rolling (b_tch)
i shopped so much at barney’s, they went extinct
flyest n_ggas on two feet, it’s chang and sb
passed up on your b_tch, she was tryna molest me
i rock ice and keep a stick like i’m wayne gretzky
when i first met the ho, “can i get the check please?”
sike, i’m really not that nice, you shoulda went and got a geek
i’m the n_gga in my hood, i should have my own street
i send your n_gga to the store for some chips and a drink
and he better come back with my change and a receipt
tellin’ nef he never ran outta gas, they on e
f_ck your grandma that’s sick and your partner that’s deceased (f_ck that n_gga)
his headstone a porta potti, we gon’ p_ss where he sleep
i was rich before roddy and i still keep a gleek
got so much game, the blind b_tch wanna see
like an inmate, fresh out the hoe, i got mail now (money)
if you don’t see them n_ggas with me then we fell out
she love when i hop in the booth and go beast
i know the real shooter gang, your friends the police
you be giving them statements, and me? i don’t speak
if she ride with the chain, the ho finna work her cleats
i bought a little twenty ounce just so i could drop a three
beat the p_ssy up for hours, i got stamina for weeks
feelin’ like i’m austin powers on this groovy ass beat (groovy baby)
i can make a square one lady into a freak
i’ma independent p, f_ck this rap industry
the ho told me she ran away ’cause you weak
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