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Mac Dre Day Lyrics - Artist : Mac Dre
[Mac Dre:]
I'm hyphy, ain't nobody bad like me D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes Call me Morris Dre, ain't nobody bad like me D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy, knockin' pitches out the park Dre in the Bay kickin' bitches out the 'Lark I shit while niggas fart, I'm super flossy Incoming on my Sprint, outgoing on my faulty Get off me, boy, Dre be the most buttered Rims spin when I peel to the gutter I'll rob your mother, put one in your brother No witnesses, and not one word muttered C-U-T, T-H-O-A-T D-O-G and a H-O-G Mac Dre gon' be dipped when you see him And full of that H-double E-M I'm a boss, stay coonin' Scandal, boy, tell 'em what we doin' [Mac Dre (Nef The Pharaoh):] I'm hyphy in my Gucci Nikes D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy, ain't nobody bad like me D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy in my Gucci Nikes D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy, ain't nobody bad like me (Sick Wid It) D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes [Nef The Pharaoh:] I had to hop in my time machine and go back And do a song with Dre and make a new age slap You punks don't want no static I'm a soo city hog, a Sick Wid It savage Neffy Neffy, pop like ecstasy If she ain't gettin' texts from me, the ho ain't ever next to me I grow trees and my grow trees hoodie slangin' P I'm the newest living legend out the fuckin' V Hyphy, in Girbauds and Nikes My nigga S Geezy keep me Bathing fat steezy And a bitch'll never leave me 'cause I'm so damn peezy Slappin' on a blap from my nigga Sean Teezy (Sean T) Neffy Belafonte, he's so raw Send a direct message to a bitch nigga jaw (Bitch ass nigga) The race over, boy, you slow niggas lost (Man, you lost) Young Pharaoh, young king, young god [Mac Dre:] I'm hyphy in my Gucci Nikes D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy, ain't nobody bad like me D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy in my Gucci Nikes D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy, ain't nobody bad like me D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes [J-Diggs:] I'm hyphy, I gets it nightly Three C savage, the shit's inside me Alright, see, I'ma say it politely You a boring ass bitch and you don't excite me Bite me, but that's not likely I'll backhand yo' ass with this Bentley Brightling Ayy (Ayy) — who's your friend? Um, you can come but lose your friend My bitch with me with her Gucci ice box $650 on these Gucci hi-tops Fuck with me, I'll leave you in ice knots I still ride with Kilo and his one-eyed cyclops J. Bledsoe, my Nikes retro No more iPhone, it's back to Metro One more, I'm gone, it's back to the hood Just roll me some cookies up, and make it a Backwood [Mac Dre:] I'm hyphy in my Gucci Nikes D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy, ain't nobody bad like me D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy in my Gucci Nikes D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy, ain't nobody bad like me D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes [D-Lo:] Look, in the East, I'm a beast, yeah, I'm the quarterback Whatever cost the most, I'ma order that (Yep) Across the border strapped, I know them eses with the coke white Got niggas out in Detroit with sub for that low price The steak ain't right without the A1 And I can't leave out my house without a gun Look, Gucci on my tennis shoes, I'm winnin', I ain't finna lose That rapper gone bad, can't be slippin', gotta stick and move I'm hyphy, slap the shit up out your wifey Like twenty in my pocket but I still rock a white tee Four niggas in the Benz with the dreadlock hair I'm a California Bear, spittin' game all in your ear Bitch, I'm icy, I swear this lean got me screwed up Bounced out on the track and every ho I seen choosed up Look, I'm a rude boy 'til I die Bitch try to tell me what to do, I'm like, "That's not my job" [Mac Dre:] I'm hyphy in my Gucci Nikes D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy, ain't nobody bad like me D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy in my Gucci Nikes D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy, ain't nobody bad like me D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes [Mistah F.A.B.:] I'm saucy and dippy, Dorito chippy I'm from Ice City so you know I'm drippy My niggas grow trees, they don't fuck with trippy Beat a bitch like Kizzy, fuck more hoes than Drizzy Who is he? What she say when I slide up Pulled off on sixes, throwin' my side up I fucked with the Mac, the D-R-E (The D-R-E) And me and The Jack was tight as PRPs Call Mr. Chow's, see, he our beast Real ass niggas, bitch, we are these You a rat tryna see our cheese Subzero on a punk rock, freon freeze I'm cold as ice, I'm a polar bear (Polar bear) Drive through the ice, you know I'm there North Pole is my home, I'm Santa Claus 'Bout to splash on a bitch like a cannon ball [Mac Dre:] I'm hyphy in my Gucci Nikes D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy, ain't nobody bad like me D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy in my Gucci Nikes D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes I'm hyphy, ain't nobody bad like me D-boy, B-boy in my Gucci Nikes [Sean T:] What's up, man? [Mac Dre:] What's up? This Dre [Sean T:] What's happenin' wit' you? Where you at? [Mac Dre:] I'm on the 205... |
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