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Joey Trap

M C M

 

M C M

(álbum: Trap Jack 2.5 - 2019)


Akachi on the beat, lil bitch
Red lean look like Clifford
Ooh, look, aye

I just met two twins they fell in love
I just fuck one now, both match, Gucci, Burberry
I'm your girl MCM just like my bookbag, uh
Used to stay outside right after school and sell that lo-lo, uh
Now I got the bands, I dropped the top
You catch me solo, uh
Catch me riding solo, uh
Guns like I'm Han Solo, uh
I get chips like Robocop
Y'all so broke, like hobo, no
All I wear is Polo, plus my shoes is prolly Gucci
Catch me fading bumping Isolation, Cali ucci, uh
I'm a humble guy but I still never wear no Yeezys, no
All my diamonds dance on me just like they from Chris Breezy, uh

I'm an MCM machine, don't post about me cause you watching
Niggas on my dick more than the bitches nowadays
I guess a motherfucker charming, money falling
Gotta get it, forget it
Niggas pussy, eat a Snickers
Born to kill, drink some liquor
Kill Bill, Jack's hill, fuck Jack and Jill
Jack who, they was twins like some bitches in my rap
So it's a wrap, flip a packet, hit the road, get the gold, get the flow, uh
I hit the road and get the flow, uh
Fuck your girl, she like it slow, uh
Told the baby, "Drop it low", uh
Diamonds on me fucking glow, uh
MCM just like the backpack
Told the baby throw that ass back
Yeah, told the baby throw that ass back (Aye!)

I just met two twins they fell in love
I just fuck one now, both match, Gucci, Burberry
I'm your girl MCM just like my bookbag, uh
Used to stay outside right after school and sell that lo-lo, uh
Now I got the bands, I dropped the top. you catch me solo, uh
Catch me riding solo, uh
Guns like I'm Han Solo, uh
I get chips like Robocop
Y'all so broke, like hobo, no
All I wear is Polo, plus my shoes is prolly Gucci
Catch me fading bumping Isolation, Cali ucci, uh
I'm a humble guy but I still never wear no Yeezys, no
All my diamonds dance on me just like they from Chris Breezy, uh

I'm an MCM machine, don't post about me cause you watching
Niggas on my dick more than the bitches nowadays
I guess a motherfucker charming, money falling
Gotta get it, forget it
Niggas pussy, eat a Snickers
Born to kill, drink some liquor
Kill Bill, Jack's hill, fuck Jack and Jill
Jack who, they was twins like some bitches in my rap
So it's a wrap, flip a packet, hit the road, get the gold, get the flow, uh

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