BORN TO MACK Lyrics – C.M.L.
Singer: C.M.L.
Title: BORN TO MACK
Yo, i’m hotter than some pepper
This chess, not checkers
Met her #ss centerfold, and gave that b#tch a lecture
I was all over that b#tch like a sweater
I swear to god these n#gg#s drier than a desert
Broke #ss n#gg#, better get your sh#t together
Ain’t nobody f#cking with me, ain’t nobody better
I’m hard on that b#tch boy, you softer than a feather
I only read hoes, i don’t read love letters
I don’t need your name, i call all my b#tches heather
Stars in the ceiling, i’m a rolls-royce stepper
All she want to do is give a heavyweight pleasure
That b#tch was a faggot, so a heavyweight left her
My last b#tch bad, but my new b#tch wetter
I’m good on my own, but with you i look better
She told me she was hungry, so a heavyweight fed her
The hoe that you chasing, watch this heavyweight get her
Up and down the motherf#cking track in this wraith
b#tch in the back, with that pretty #ss face
I be all in her grill like mace
Why the f#ck these n#gg#s hate?
I’m great, i don’t cupcake
The only time she hear from me, on my lunch break
I’m having too much money b#tch, i need another safe
My sh#t overflowing, i ain’t got enough space
Hoe i see you peeking, it’s time to start speaking
I’m so rich n#gg#s tell they b#tches that i’m cheating
Choose up with hank, over here b#tch we feasting
Or you can stay up over there with him, and keep sleeping
b#tches pay attention, i be pimping, i be preaching
b#tches see me winning while you simping and you sneaking
These diamonds in my mouth got me grinning, got me cheesing
Ain’t no secrets, i’m with all my b#tches in the meeting
Talking through the wire, hoe i think i’m kanye
All up in vivid pimping, me and shaun j
Pocket full of blues, looking like some bombay
b#tch i’m your daddy, f#ck what your mom say
Louis v sneakers hoe, they cost me ’bout 12
I go so hard b#tch, i know i’m going to hell
b#tch i got rich just sitting up in jail
Talking on my iphone, sitting in my cell
Then i came home, and got bigger than a whale
Them people on my trail, trying to hit me with a nail
I got a million dollars, still couldn’t make bail
I told her stop writing me, ’cause she couldn’t even spell
b#tch i’m a motherf#cking pimp and i’m proud
I’m tired of these broke #ss n#gg#s talking loud
Looking like a damn fool, faking for the crowd
With that ugly #ss b#tch, looking like a reptile
Ugly #ss b#tch look madder when she smile
b#tch i do some pimping, hoe you better check my file
Them beat up #ss uggs on, you really not my style
And go and fix your hair, ’cause you ain’t did it in a while
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