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brandon - keep the mac (fukk donald) lyrics

[intro]
yeah
blatt, b-tch, blatt (b-tch, gang)
b-tch, grrat, blatt
oh-oh

[pre-chorus]
woah (like that)
wanna bang that slatt-slatt (slatt)
wanna tote that gat-gat
let’s go, leavin’ the back in the hatchback
woah-woah, she got the dollars to match that
put her right up in a coupe and it’s matte black
girl, all that we done been through, can’t forget that
n-gga run up then we leavin’ him splat-splat
chopper go brrat-brrat

[chorus]
f-ck donald, keep the mac, yeah
hit the bank, pull out a stack, yeah
beat out her, beat out her back, yeah
n-gga run up, get attacked, yeah
call up my slatt, you get whacked, yeah
n-gga, you b-tch, we know that for a fact
godd-mn, that’s way too much dope in this pack
godd-mn, b-tch, i don’t even know you like that
let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s go
i pull up with two freaky hoes
i pull up with two freaky poles
yeah, you know i gotta stay strapped
f-ck donald, i keep the mac, yeah
f-ck donald, keep the mac, yeah
f-ck donald, keep the mac, woah
f-ck donald, keep the mac, ayy

[verse]
always keeping it a buck, yeah
always keeping it a stack
never runnin’ out of luck, yeah
’cause brodie always got my back
yeah, my b-tch always super sus’, yeah
’cause i don’t really text her back
okay, i guess it’s my fault
too many percs, you was talking, i was noddin’ off
okay, how many pills i’m off
just hit the doc, need some syrup for my cough
this b-tch like, “can’t you just eat chicken broth?”
no, shut it, dumb b-tch, and suck me off
woah, woah, woah, better slow my role
baby, let’s f-ck under mistletoe
that n-gga runnin’, we send his -ss home with that
baby, your -ss isn’t fat, that is just the angle
real mob ties, n-gga, i mean tango
shot a f-ck n-gga in his gut, now he a bagel (buh-buh-buh)
woah, that’s too explicit
mama hear that, she gon’ be so livid
woah, i was up all f-cking night
tryna get the bag, i was tryna go get it
yeah, mama said, “stay your -ss at home
it’s dangerous out for a young n-gga living,” yeah

[pre-chorus]
woah
wanna bang that slatt-slatt (that slatt)
wanna tote that gat-gat
let’s go, leavin’ the back in the hatchback
woah-woah, she got the dollars to match that
put her right up in a coupe and it’s matte black
girl, all that we done been through, can’t forget that
n-gga run up then we leavin’ him splat-splat
chopper go brrat-brrat

[outro]
f-ck donald, keep the mac
f-ck donald, keep the mac
f-ck donald, keep the mac
f-ck donald, keep the mac
let’s get it
keep the mac on me, b-tch

- brandon lyrics

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