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Kamaiyah

The Mac

 

The Mac

(الألبوم: Keep It Lit - 2022)


[Kamaiyah:]
Show a little love to Mac Dre, ayy
Show a little bit of love to Mac Wanda, ayy
Show a little love to Mac Dre, ayy
Show a little bit of love to Mac Wanda, ayy
From the Bay, show a little love to Mac Dre
Fuck the police, get to stomping on a Honda, ayy
Show a little love to Mac Dre, ayy
Pop a molly, get to smoking marijuana (Keep It Lit)

Started making bank, got lots of haters
Getting dolla-la-la-la, lots of paper
Counting up bread, it's not a pay cut
Got dolla-la-la-la, lots of paper
Big Bentley coupe, this bitch is spacious
Getting dolla-la-la-la, lots of paper
I'ma keep mobbing with all my day-ones
'Bout dolla-la-la-la, lots of paper

You say we's friends, but you not the homie, ayy
Ho, I could tell, how you hating on me, ayy
I wear Chanel, got fresh makeup on me, ayy
My shooter tell and he stinking, homie, ayy
Rich bitch, got like four whips, ayy
You broke as shit, ain't got no chips, ayy
Arm, neck, wrist frozen, ayy
I'm so Eastside Oakland, ayy
I do what I wanna, watch me bend the corner
Fuck OPD, fuck around, start doing donuts
Tonight, you fucking me, I forget it in the morning
Got the city litty every time a nigga showing up
Went stupid on shit and I ain't slowed up
Big gold chain, gold rings, now it's froze up
I fuck with it all day, I be on one
Glock in my purse, I won't change, I don't trust no one

Started making bank, got lots of haters
Getting dolla-la-la-la, lots of paper
Counting up bread, it's not a pay cut
Got dolla-la-la-la, lots of paper
Big Bentley coupe, this bitch is spacious
Getting dolla-la-la-la, lots of paper
I'ma keep mobbing with all my day-ones
'Bout dolla-la-la-la, lots of paper

[Mistah F.A.B.:]
Punk rock, asked me to go grocery shop
No siree, Bob, I'm in the mob, that's not my job
You know whatty? I do it for the cuddy
Thizz face in a bitch face, that snow bunny
Game on Viagra, I go hard
And I treat my bitch like an ATM card
Won't buy her Goyard nor a Birkin bag
Save the drama for your mama, you're not worth all that
Dust myself off like I just stole third
Talk baseball when you're in the presence of nerds
Gee willikers, jiminy crickets, and them shenanigans
I'm dipped in butter, fly as a mannequin
Saucy, fresh as a manicure, ooh
Throwback Dope Era, tracksuit is velour
And I'm still S-T-U-P-I-D
And I own the club, I don't need ID, yee

[Kamaiyah:]
Started making bank, got lots of haters
Getting dolla-la-la-la, lots of paper
Counting up bread, it's not a pay cut
Got dolla-la-la-la, lots of paper
Big Bentley coupe, this bitch is spacious
Getting dolla-la-la-la, lots of paper
I'ma keep mobbing with all my day-ones
'Bout dolla-la-la-la, lots of paper

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