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Laron Merriner
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Lyrics
Yeah
Haha
Its the maccc
You know the deal
It's The Gvng
Xan Tana
Real West side shit, you know
Haha
Gang in the motha fuckin' building
These **** pussy
They really think they heem
These **** think they tough guys
Like I'm for all of that, I play ball lil ****
Where the starters at,
I don't talk to no employees
Like where the bosses at,
I can't tip-toe,
Big dog,
Big heem,
Yeah, all of that
I came a long way from back in the day,
Look where we started at, like
Like where they fathers at,
I ain't the daddy
But she call me that
Couple thousand dollars for her Jordan's,
That's a starter pack
Fucked her,
Now she waitin' by the phone
Like I'ma call her back
Let's hope she catchin' on to that
Shisha hoes a hunned racks and runnin'
Sheesh, the hoes be running when I fuck
I plot then run up in they culdesac
30's or the hollows
Catchin' bullets like the cornerback
Spin to Sam's, and throw 'em racks
Then leave with hoes in different whips
You never know,
We could be anywhere a foreign's at
My bitch bad
And so thick, you can cringe at it
All my diamonds be hittin'
They spinnin'
And zig-zaggin
All these **** is pussy,
They ridin' and dick grabbin'
In need of motion, they tap in,
All my ****
Be havin' it
You cap the shit in rap,
The shit we actually do
**** fraudulent but pussy, I be sad and confused
Like they should know I'm with they
Bitch if she don't answer the phone
She eat some dick,
I get her paid
And told her that's what we on
Haha
She got a friend in need of dick,
I told her
Pass the baton
Like I'm for all of that, I been a team captain
What the starters at
Haha
Agh
Like I'm for all of that, I play ball lil ****
Where the starters at,
I don't talk to no employees
Like where the bosses at,
I can't tip-toe,
Big dog,
Big heem,
Yeah, all of that
I came a long way from back in the day,
Look where we started at, like
Wait, baby, just keep it on the low
Hmm
Bad lil' bitty on my dicky, she gon' suck me slow
She love the ism's,
The way a **** speak
To her, I touch her soul
She a good girl, though
I wonder how she breathe
When I'm deep up in the throat,
Now bleed the bitch
If she don't get it out her ass,
She gonn' get it out her toes, I done seen some shit
She party like the 80s, she play with the nose
I'm makin' plays,
Bunch of X's and O's like tic-tac-toe
It's Frito-Lays, I love my chips,
I get 'em in bulk
It's octane,
Fuck a **** up, inhalin' his smoke
I'm a Greek god,
Neck like Achilles, I done dipped it in gold
The transaction like Shaq and Kob',
I just give it and go, it's soul food,
I've seen it fuck ****' arms up,
Messing with the stove
I'm stone cold, like Antarctica, I keep me a pole
No,
Like Antarctica, I want my neck on froze
Bro, if it is what it is,
Then it goes how it goes
If that's really your bitch, why she heavy in my phone
Hella missed calls, like
If you wanna reach the Maccc,
Please leave a message after the tone, biiitch
Like I'm for all of that, I play ball lil ****
Where the starters at
Like I'm for all of that, I play ball lil ****
Where the starters at,
I don't talk to no employees
Like where the bosses at,
I can't tip-toe,
Big dog,
Big heem,
Yeah, all of that
I came a long way from back in the day,
Look where we started at, like
Written by: Laron Merriner