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Whoop Whoop Ladies and gentlemen This is Macadelic You motherfucker, hahahaha Uh, I got codeine in my cup, you can bet your ass I'm sippin' Groupies fall in love, I'm like, "Bitch, you must be trippin'" I'm just tryna fuck and she just need tuition Why you tryna stunt? You need to play your own position Never gave a fuck, yeah, nothin' 'bout me changed Still roll up them blunts, got diamonds in my chain, haha Yeah, you heard me, I got diamonds in my chain And it don't make a difference if you cryin' in the rain 200 shows, I'ma kill more, I just sold out that Fillmore Got a million, make a mill' more, then a number one spot on the Billboard Yeah, people lie, numbers won't, keep me high, drugs is close Roll one up, pour a cup, watch the world go up in smoke I like my music real loud, real loud Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now? Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low I like my music real loud, real loud Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now? Here she comes, there she goes, never chasin' after hoes If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low (argh) I'ma get that Grammy soon, fuck your magazine Jordan gonna hand me shoes, still fuck your magazine Hammer team in that pack with me, hear the Jerm beat banging, with a glass of lean When I went to every high school class would be tryna fuck the female faculty I'm a crazy little fucker, think my head done ran away I experiment with drugs, but I won't ever fuck with yay' I just made a million dollars, still I think I'm underpaid Fuck with me? Kid no way, when you meet me, bitch stand up straight Pump out raps, yeah, I got raps, tryna talk shit, what you think about that? For the pesos, getting bankroll, I'ma lay low, chill, 'til I let that stack Yeah, people lie, numbers won't, keep me high, drugs is close Roll one up, pour a cup, watch the world go up in smoke I like my music real loud, real loud Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now? Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low I like my music real loud, real loud Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now? Here she comes, there she goes, never chasin' after hoes If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low
Writer(s): Malcolm James Mccormick, Zachary Raymond Vaughan, Jeremy Kulousek, Eric Allan Dan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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