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d-mac (rapper) - sunny isles lyrics

[talking: d-mac]

yeah…back in miami, just got back from la n-gga.. living good, feelin good, ya know?

[movie clip]
what the f-ck is he doing? is he.. is he wearing a bow tie??

[verse 1: d-mac]

yeah, whip rented, windows tinted, l’s suspended, getting it how i live it
riding clean and riding dirty at the same d-mn time, f-ck it name it i did it
lets talk digits, i’ve seen quite a percentage
lets talk women?, i got tapes that i could sell to vivid
b-tches livid cuz they’re seeing how i’m living, but never mind you
cuz this ain’t stopping no time soon
out the trenches of that inner city
sour diesel, lil remy in me
one of my shooters and his semi with me
happy hour, dont know who b-tch is with me
it’s one of yall’s, dog dont make me pull your card cuz you ain’t dealin with me
that b-tch karma on the way man i can’t waste no time
i’m hitting yo ho while another n-gga caking mine
i play the game how it go and keep my check first
dont even talk about no dates unless the s-x first, its macaroni
no wifing, nah no matrimony
n-ggas acting phony, d-ckriding dont dap me homie
i’m a, mastermind, i just plot and extort sh-t
got my check up without a doctors appointment
yeah, the block is hot, but the streets is cold
the motto be we all we got, but to each is own
ten toes, you gotta stand until you rest in peace
i started from scratch like your grandma’s recipe
if you ain’t thorough you ain’t next to me, i’m on my sh-t
n-ggas falling off like owen did
hoes on my d-ck, texting hey stranger to old numbers
i cut em all off i dont owe them nothin, f-ck em
yeah i f-ck em then i’m saying f-ck em
thinking like “look how i met her” i can never trust her
i mean yeah i got rhymes, but i ain’t no busta
and yeah i know she like’s it my way, but i ain’t no usher
and bet your bottom dollar if i ain’t up in the hood
then i’m traveling like “whats a pivot foot?” balling
and sh-t, once the money piles then you hang in sunny isles
yelling cheers, beach bar on the pier
watch dancing even though i’m standing still n-gga
ay wipe me down like a smeared window
for real, hey nno forreal n-gga what you know about me?
look where i’m from and what i’ve done how could you doubt me?
headed to the top and they’re trying to reroute me
f-ck your opinions of me, spare me like a house key
or that second set of bowling pins
by now your thinking “d-mn he going in”, you right
my rap name shoulda been polite, im nice
this is light, i’m just talking sh-t

[talking: d-mac]
so let me talk my sh-t.. roll up trick

[verse 2: d-mac]
my main b-tch status higher and her bod hotter
she got a apple on her like a steve jobs product
treat her like a goddess, eat her like lasagna, after we done
i’m one night standing in a 3 some
its 4 going on 5 man should i sleep some?
never that cuz i got more to profit
i’m bout that action im annoyed with talking
doing me and i ignore the nonsense
run more plays than the oregon offense
b-tches on my social sites and they enjoyin stalking
n-ggas who like them check my pictures out and steal swag
should i be flattered or should i feel bad?
for em.. f-ck em
get off my d-ck and go and get you some cream
i’ll be sleeping after i go f-ck the b-tch of yo dreams .. goodnight.. d-mac

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