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They say that mac cop broads I'm saying who though Cause I've done been through more drugs than a game of uno I'm a beast, I'm a dog, that's word to Pluto Goofy rappers can't see me, I keep a new flow Plural nigga, I spit news, go against I and die plan the funeral And on the tomb it would say that he was doomed When he chose to run up on the illest nigga in the room Time for the shades matching the tux, I cool the mind Always been a popular guy since junior high In senior high I was the cleanest guy Dead fresh, so I wore best dress, hell yes We can talk about college, where the women loved my aureo Almost had a bitch in every school to Florida yo I hit the club, and now they ask to take picture Bottom line is I'm izm, been that nigga, what's up [Chorus] Hey let them know I'm dat nigga Hey tell them hoes I'm dat nigga Yeah, I'm dat nigga, ah, I'm a mac man like vince, game tighter than a pence ...but I'm the shit For those plotting to stop me from let me do my thang Just know that 9 on me, call me Louie... Hoodie on, in memory of Trevon Martin, But I be strapped, run up on me, I'ma start sparking You ain't dealing with no scrub nigga And do your homework, you fucking with a sub nigga For real, you don't wanna do it, do ya? I got 100 niggas that will do it to ya For free of my face nigga Meet new hoes for every dollar that I make nigga Let's play our shit if you ever heard such I let the money talk, I don't exchange money much Same Derek that I was years ago and if you don't believe me Go and ask your hoe I bet she say I'm dat nigga [Chorus] Hey let them know I'm dat nigga Hey tell them hoes I'm dat nigga Yeah, I'm dat nigga, ah, Kind of swag make a girl forget her man She liking all of my photos on Instagram Suckers hating on a nigga, man, could be a beaver Still ain't give a damn Running shit like Ledanien Thomason They balling blocking like they David Robertson But ain't no stopping the topping boy I gotta win Until the hood's topic is mac and they say they proud of him Him is I, brim and tight, with my shades on True religion, denim killing with my jays on Bars order, the fellow in cam cords Make a scene on the scene, they begging for encore Hold your applauds for me and this foreign car Accompanied by a driver and of course a gorgeous broad Either yellow or dark and sweet like matello Or pretty round brown, as long as she ain't a beggar See, when you getting green, you can paint the city red Giving haters the blues, gold bottoms to the head Purple on the paper, I be smoking like a dread I'ma shine motherfucker, to the day I'm dead [Chorus] Hey let them know I'm dat nigga Hey tell them hoes I'm dat nigga Yeah, I'm dat nigga, ah, Haha, shit is crazy right, I know my old hoes They tweet watching a nigga, stalking my facebook pace My global 14 The haters too, I know they saying to themselves God damn when is this nigga gonna fall off? They've been waiting forever for it They gonna be waiting forever for it man Getting this money nigga, all hoes getting all fat and shit See me nigga, I'm the champion, getting right Still count these money, still in the hood, wassup niggas Face clean, no pimples...fly as fuck, I'm dat nigga Find somebody who'll say otherwise, if you can't motherfucker... |