Lyrics

This that return of the mac, got me on go Worst feeling, fall in love with a dog hoe Being real mandatory like a court order Player never change your game in the forth quarter This that return of the mac, got me on go Worst feeling, fall in love with a dog hoe Being real is mandatory like a court order Player never change your game in the forth quarter Been a player in the game, never sat the bench This that return of the mac, 0'11 French Mark Morrison shit, yo I been the ruler I ain't buying what you selling, them suckers consumers Soldier bitches I really salute ya Tried that Russel Wilson shit out I'm really the future Thought I was cold before now a nigga sub zero No more captain save a hoe, find another hero Ain't on my level though, you can't come or sit near me Yo ass basic, I had better like Jim Carey You destroyed my trust for women, you's a liar liar Twenty three is back, they thought I retired Score with these bitches, they just give it and go They just actors, bitches love to play that innocent role Bitches players too, gotta catch 'em running their game I ain't tripping, way badder bitches come with this fame This that return of the mac, got me on go Worst feeling, fall in love with a dog hoe Being real mandatory like a court order Player never change your game in the forth quarter This that return of the mac, got me on go Worst feeling, fall in love with a dog hoe Being real is mandatory like a court order Player never change your game in the forth quarter
Writer(s): Arthur Tucker, Maurice Morris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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