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[Verse 1: Mac Dre] This bitch is steady jockin’, shes beggin’ me to kick it She’s all on my dick and I know she want to lick it She’s wicked, I stick it, right between her lips The ones on her face and the ones between her hips I dips and slips, she fucks then sucks She ridin’ on my dick while she’s holdin’ on my nuts Lovin’ how I treat her, mad 'cause I won’t eat her But when I nut, she’s happy, she’s lovin’ how I G'd her That first time was cool, then I had to slow up Must've turned her out 'cause now she's tore up from the floor up But know what? So what; girl, find another Think I’ll try this potent maccin’ mouthpiece on her mother Serve it to her mama, she’s eatin' up my drama She’s smarter than her daughter, 'cause she can tell that I'm a... Mac about his money, baby was no dummy I slipped up, and tripped up and put one in her tummy Couldn’t take my dick out, this dick thick portioned Now she’s in the clinic having an abortion She said she was too old for kids, and I agreed Quickly took heed of the time she didn’t bleed Now every time I bash it, I use a prophylactic Baby got to jockin’ and shake move was drastic Had to let her catch me with her chink friend Su-Chang Ooh, she caught us fuckin’ and turned it to a group thing I do things, new things, with them throughout the night Never knew that chink cot would ever be this tight Had to do this right, 'cause I just owned this mic Beater started something to keep my pockets tight Lace 'em for a week, then I play the broke role Two weeks later, they had my pockets so swoll The ho stroll was oh-so, poppin’ when they hit it Tricks was gettin’ wit’ it Listen while I spit it [Verse 2: Berner] Bern break bitches for mucho guapo (Shhhh) Salute El Chapo I party all night on the beach in Jacó Lost 20 grand on the tables in Tahoe Smooth operator, I don’t rock no gator J’s on my feet, hot shell for a hater Make a bitch choose, take her out a small town 40 cal, long round make 'em all fall down It’s the B-A-Y we don’t aim for the sky I put a grow room in every crib that I buy Still get my hands dirty, whole thing cost 30 Coke so clean, look so pearly Yeah, I let it grow out, I never pull early Young guys die with my cutthroat Furly Packs in the trunk, I got weight for sale No banks please, no paper trail I put 8 in the mail, I hope it make it there AMG, I'mma race you there Don’t hate the player but my mouthpiece crazy Talk the bitch out of 80, baby girl don’t play me (Uhh) Big bag, smoke good, where the lean at? Pop two Xans, take a weed nap Still right here where the cream at Where the city, where the Rich, where the V at Man, this shit got me all lazy In a new Mercedes, with two fly ladies Coke plug show a broke bitch no love Might slide in it with no glove Hold up, bundle so thick it don’t fold up Rolled up, smoke on sulfa, I’m a stoner Weed head from the SF City Where my bud's so good and my chain so pretty Boy!
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