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Fressh Rari - Mac 10 Lyrics



Fressh Rari - Mac 10 Lyrics




Got a Mac 10 in my book bag yeah yeah
Try to juug me out the cash I'm a smash yeah yeah
Got a hood rat bitch I'm fina smash yeah yeah
I ain't worried bout shit I'm a smash yeah yeah

I'm talking Rick Flair Rollie
Big big chonies
Me and my homies blow the cheese macoroni
Big big pistols, big big crystals
Real trench shit I'm talking real field n****s

I'm talking Rick Flair Rollie
Big big chonies
Me and my homies blow the cheese macoroni
Big big pistols, big big crystals
Real trench shit I'm talking real field n****s

I can't play with none of y'all
You be big ball capping
Took another n***a bitch
Cause she f*ck me with a passion
Blowing big big kush out a ziplock baggy
We too motherf*ckin real
You too motherf*ckin plastic
That Glock 9 that bitch dirty
That 19 got a big thirty
Don't play with me get your shit squirted
My word law don't re word it
I don't want the Lil I want the big Rollie
No lil n***a I'm big brodie
Been kicking shit yeah big motion
Them blue strips yeah big chonies

You can say what you wanna, You a motherf*ckin lie
I'll slap your ass out, With the motherf*ckin fye
Yeen talking about a bag
You wasting motherf*ckin time
Im a real trench n***a
Till I motherf*ckin die, Yeah

I'm talking Rick Flair Rollie
Big big chonies
Me and my homies blow the cheese macoroni
Big big pistols, big big crystals
Real trench shit I'm talking real field n****s

I'm talking Rick Flair Rollie
Big big chonies
Me and my homies blow the cheese macoroni
Big big pistols, big big crystals
Real trench shit I'm talking real field n****s

In that T-top Cutless with a big black Mac
MCM backpack trying to run up me a sack
Im a turn thirty cent into to a motherf*ckin rack
Got my money all in just to get the money back
Riding around with the big pistol
Watch piece got the big crystal
I don't like you I like his sister
Real thug n***a like slick pulla
Phone hit yeah stay jumping
Fast lane no break pumping
No leech n***a cant take from
That Mac 10 yeah stay on me

Got a Mac 10 in my book bag yeah yeah
Try to juug me out the cash I'm a smash yeah yeah
Got a hood rat bitch I'm fina smash yeah yeah
I ain't worried bout shit I'm a smash yeah yeah

I'm talking Rick Flair Rollie
Big big chonies
Me and my homies blow the cheese macoroni
Big big pistols , big big crystals
Real trench shit I'm talking real field n****s

I'm talking Rick Flair Rollie
Big big chonies
Me and my homies blow the cheese macoroni
Big big pistols, big big crystals
Real trench shit I'm talking real field n****s
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Got a Mac 10 in my book bag yeah yeah
Try to juug me out the cash I'm a smash yeah yeah
Got a hood rat bitch I'm fina smash yeah yeah
I ain't worried bout shit I'm a smash yeah yeah

I'm talking Rick Flair Rollie
Big big chonies
Me and my homies blow the cheese macoroni
Big big pistols, big big crystals
Real trench shit I'm talking real field n****s

I'm talking Rick Flair Rollie
Big big chonies
Me and my homies blow the cheese macoroni
Big big pistols, big big crystals
Real trench shit I'm talking real field n****s

I can't play with none of y'all
You be big ball capping
Took another n***a bitch
Cause she f*ck me with a passion
Blowing big big kush out a ziplock baggy
We too motherf*ckin real
You too motherf*ckin plastic
That Glock 9 that bitch dirty
That 19 got a big thirty
Don't play with me get your shit squirted
My word law don't re word it
I don't want the Lil I want the big Rollie
No lil n***a I'm big brodie
Been kicking shit yeah big motion
Them blue strips yeah big chonies

You can say what you wanna, You a motherf*ckin lie
I'll slap your ass out, With the motherf*ckin fye
Yeen talking about a bag
You wasting motherf*ckin time
Im a real trench n***a
Till I motherf*ckin die, Yeah

I'm talking Rick Flair Rollie
Big big chonies
Me and my homies blow the cheese macoroni
Big big pistols, big big crystals
Real trench shit I'm talking real field n****s

I'm talking Rick Flair Rollie
Big big chonies
Me and my homies blow the cheese macoroni
Big big pistols, big big crystals
Real trench shit I'm talking real field n****s

In that T-top Cutless with a big black Mac
MCM backpack trying to run up me a sack
Im a turn thirty cent into to a motherf*ckin rack
Got my money all in just to get the money back
Riding around with the big pistol
Watch piece got the big crystal
I don't like you I like his sister
Real thug n***a like slick pulla
Phone hit yeah stay jumping
Fast lane no break pumping
No leech n***a cant take from
That Mac 10 yeah stay on me

Got a Mac 10 in my book bag yeah yeah
Try to juug me out the cash I'm a smash yeah yeah
Got a hood rat bitch I'm fina smash yeah yeah
I ain't worried bout shit I'm a smash yeah yeah

I'm talking Rick Flair Rollie
Big big chonies
Me and my homies blow the cheese macoroni
Big big pistols , big big crystals
Real trench shit I'm talking real field n****s

I'm talking Rick Flair Rollie
Big big chonies
Me and my homies blow the cheese macoroni
Big big pistols, big big crystals
Real trench shit I'm talking real field n****s
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Writer: James Teague
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Length: 3:38
Written by: James Teague

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