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kenson (formerly emmo the kid) – mackin’ lyrics

[verse 1 – stevebo]
the first time i laid my eyes on her you know i had to push up on her
“what’s your number i’mma hit you on the under
get between them thunder thighs.” them light brown eyes
i had to make her mine for a minute
she wanna take a cruise in my lincoln, 4 tvs in it
just to make it even, she swallowed all my s-m-n
told me i’m the one she wanna be with
“b-tch, quit playing them kid games i’m leavin’!”
she said my swag too fresh
she ain’t ready to let go yet. and that’s a bet
she cashes her check and break a n-gga off
take her clothes off and suck me off
she want it in her raw… nah dog
i’mma do it ’til she nod off
leave them drawers on, i’mma move them to the side
and when i went inside, she closed her eyes

[hook – kenson]
all my n-ggas making money by the minute
say “we don’t care bout them b-tches.”
and all my independent women getting it in forever winnin’
say “we don’t care bout them b-tches.”
and if you woke up feeling like a fat chain plus the pendant
say “money ain’t sh-t.” do business
and if they talk sh-t when they get around their cl!ck tryna menace
say “we right here, we ain’t trippin’.”

[verse 2 – kenson]
we call this sh-t return of the mic
i pedal that petty hustle, 10 dollars for a tape
looking like the wheels on a bike
you might’ve thought you seen me, never really know it though
silly mother f-ckers quick to settle for the okey doke
snitches in your clique i call em rollie po
just kicking back and rolling extra
told her show me ho
she said she throwing on it, faking like it normally go
talking all that “baby, baby” like the maury show
i know i’m ill and never tripping off you boring folk
we do it bigger than a td catch by torry holt
emmo the worst of the bunch if we talking sentimental intentions
but i’m that n-gga if we talking what i’ve written. let me in then
she said she wanna f-ck. said that’s a no go
face cool but the body less than so so
still bring em back like a yo yo
perturbed, she a herb, she a bird, she a dodo
that’s how i see it

[hook]

[verse 3 – kenson]
i do it for the fam that’s the way i put it down
put it down, put it down, put it down mother f-cker
burning loud skunk, got a loud trunk
better get your ho cause she a foul one
i was looking for opportunity then i found one
if it was bout the dough i’d move powder like talc-m
we used to be cool all through school
but i guess that my words made me ex like malcolm
fly like a young falcon
head band and headphones means leave the young n-gga alone
zonin’, coca cola bottle open (ah)
that’s the way it sounds when i’m stroking, yeah
better go on about your biz before i’m chosen
soaking up the game like the young pimps in oakland
toasting to the good life
making more moves than some double d b00bs
i’m just saying though

[hook]

- kenson formerly emmo the kid lyrics

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