lil ugly mane - slack in my mack (first version) lyrics
[verse 1]
i got a lot of profits in my pocket
i can throw them to the sky if you b-tches care to drop it
i’m c-cky, switch the topic, chop the rocks up in the projects
treat your p-ssies like they’re objects, you can never stop the progress
powder and some vegetables
trap game exceptional
commas and some decimals
leaking out my gastrointestinal
b-tch, i’m a professional
b-tch, i am invincible
x-men guns, catch me looking like the sentinel
flamethrower fire make a player melt
steady keep the product moving quick like a conveyor belt
you can’t save yourself
praying for your saviors help
i’mma straight filet you and display you on my favorite shelf
ugly mane yeah you see the chain
yeah you see them hoes flock to me say my name
i’m in that chevy thing slinging banging run the game
you can’t even see me f-ckboy, we are not the same
[bridge]
i’m fly (why’s that?)
i got money (why’s that?)
there ain’t no slack in my mack
got guns (got guns)
got bread (got bread)
there ain’t no slack in my mack
[chorus]
no slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
no slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
get the money, get the money
get the money, get the money
no slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
no slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
get the money, get the money
get the money, get the money
[verse 2]
i’ll play you mad motherf-ckers
i keep it eddie murphy
laying in the hood, yeah i’m dying where they birthed me
ima gobble up these goblins and these goons like they’re turkey
i’m spitting out their bones in my patron, lord have mercy
swag like nicotine, can’t get enough
plus i’m bad for your health boy i’m dangerous stuff
got my lungs full of smoke and a bag full of guts
not the innards of a dutch just a bag full of guts
balling on my mind, kareem abdula oblongata
polo louie v. and prada
anything to get inside her
call my chopper easy-rider
call my d-ck the equalizer
call my phone i’m the supplier
call my bluff i’m not a liar
you’re the liar when you’re lying on your back
with a bullet in your head thinking back on all the whack sh-t you said
which you can never retract cause you dead
i’m ripping you to shreds
ugly mane is not right in the head
[bridge]
i’m fly (why’s that?)
i got money (why’s that?)
there ain’t no slack in my mack
got guns (got guns)
got bread (got bread)
there ain’t no slack in my mack
[chorus]
no slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
no slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
get the money, get the money
get the money, get the money
no slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
no slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
get the money, get the money
get the money, get the money
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