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Mack 10
Mack 10
Исполнитель
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Исполнитель
Jazze Pha
Jazze Pha
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Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Исполнитель
DJ Felli Fel
DJ Felli Fel
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R. Roberts
R. Roberts
Композитор
P. Alexander
P. Alexander
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Dedrick Rolison
Dedrick Rolison
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D. Carter
D. Carter
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Слова

I stay sharp yeah Mack diamond so sharp that's me I mean you know my money grown but I stay sharp I pull up looking like new money still so crisp so fly Hoppin outta the latest whatever you know what it is let's go {X2} I got the hottest cars I rock the flyest clothes I keep the baddest hoes they fresh from head to toe Yeen know? Sharp Hell ya! Sharp Yeen know? Sharp Hell ya! Now check my pedigree my bloodline is purebred My champagne is rose cause the color is more red My pockets like skin when I whip they swell up (money) Those 26 inches fill the wheel well up (fresh) You can catch me in the winter with a mink on my shoulders I like everything big so my diamonds like boulders And yeah I had every kinda roadster or rover Cause I love the fast lane like a supercharged motor And I'm so damn hood like gold Daytons on a regal But in '09 I gotta dime on the back of a screamin eagle Big chicken hawk make it hard spin it in the pot And now it's millions every year whether albums drop or not My crease so sharp My shoes so red My nigga sold geek come get your free throw tagged My bitch so fine, I gets mo' head Her ass so large I need a king size bed Now that this trap so hot, we gotta write raps All the DJ's love to play it cause I gotta write rap Mack 10's so trill Mack's so real Mac 10's in the trunk, MM's on the grill Triple gold on my caprese My foe's all deceased I walk so slow with a sharp ass crease California smoker Calico toter Wear the wrong color you get the super soaker motherfucker I pass up in it and it be like "What it do?" All red to my feet but my diamonds clear blue Nothing like the police in a Porsche 911 Stunting up that stairway to heaven And I'm evidently not you and nothing like ya If I as a dog I wouldn't bite ya Nor I'm not beside ya Boy I'm way in front of ya You ain't even see me Yeah I'm way gone but you ain't even leaving Drugs beating me up I'm fighting for my life And if you want that pussy beat then I'm Mike Tyson for tonight Suck me up and don't you bite I don't need Mike Tyson here tonight My blood type is like a knife mothafucka I'm sharp
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, William Roberts, Dedrick Rolison, Phalon Alexander, Rodney Richards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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