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happy hour (ile) - the mac & mr. bitches! lyrics

tzt:
(hook)
(ay) sactown
muf+ckas wanna bring the mac out (uh)
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n+gga, pipe down (uh)

(ay) sactown
muf+ckas wanna bring the mac out
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n+gga, pipe down (uh)
ziccy
(verse 1)
b+tches ain’t touchin’ a n+gga
no trust for you b+tches
i’ll social distance
but still f+ck on yo mrs
don’t rush mr. b+tches
i’ll bust on yo b+tch
no mac 11
but i’m still dumpin’ out pistols
ziccy a thief in the night
he uh heatin’ the mic
eat then he gonna write
she and she gonna like
he and he gonna bite
freezing krypt in a night
me and tzt gonna light
rest in peace for the night

(hook)
(ay) sactown
muf+ckas wanna bring the mac out (uh)
pеter pipe, bettеr pipe down
sit down lil n+gga, pipe down (uh)

(ay) sactown
muf+ckas wanna bring the mac out
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n+gga, pipe down (uh)
tzt:
(verse 2)
return of the mack, like i got my receipt to apple
mac turn a n+gga holy like chapel
my n+ggas is battle ready for the counter example
we smokin’ the competition ‘til they baffled
goin’ crazy ‘til they put us in shackles
n+ggas lazy, watch us grind for the castle
figured lately, i been showin’ errybody ‘round me passion on a level they ain’t never had to witness
so my presence unlike santa
it’s completely f+ckin’ different (yuh!)
i ain’t really out here dissin’
but if you ain’t in my legion then you non+existent
i ain’t rappin’ ‘bout these benzes (no!)
say my name i’m f+ckin’ trippin’ (yuh!)
spill the game upon the floor and watch a n+gga catch a lot of b+tches slippin’ (huh!)

(hook)
(ay) sactown
muf+ckas wanna bring the mac out (uh)
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n+gga, pipe down (uh)

(ay) sactown
muf+ckas wanna bring the mac out
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n+gga, pipe down (uh)
ziccy:
(verse 3)
n+ggas from the sac town
ain’t wanna act out
don’t bring ya b+tch ‘round
i’ma blow her back out

tzt:
(verse 4)
i’ma pull her tracks out
treat her like a cash cow
black out, black out
make the p+ssy tap out!

ziccy:
(verse 5)
black out
tap out
left right up down
got them p+ssy cheat codes
got you n+ggas lapped now

tzt:
(verse 6)
i’m a do the race
made her think i’m movin’ fast now
hit the p+ssy raw and then i put that b+tch on smackdown
watch me kick it like i’m donnie yen

tzt & ziccy:
(verse 7)
got ’em christian like i’m again
(hol’ up) count the chickens that i got from hens
jason bourne i’m shootin’ for the ten
i’ll watch you n+ggas snore you sleepin’ bored again
all my n+ggas ford
we rough and tough like men
it’s happy hour can’t afford to lose again
and all my n+ggas focused, got no time for friends

(hook)
(ay) sactown
muf+ckas wanna bring the mac out (uh)
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n+gga, pipe down (uh)
(ay) sactown
muf+ckas wanna bring the mac out
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n+gga, pipe down (uh)

(ay) sactown
muf+ckas wanna bring the mac out (uh)
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n+gga, pipe down (uh)
(ay) sactown
muf+ckas wanna bring the mac out
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n+gga, pipe down (uh)

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