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mac ceejay – one take lyrics

[verse 1: rio]
money never cheated on me, love never pay the bills. i’m grinding everyday until we good with a couple mills. i can’t stress about a b+tch, i got too much sh+t to deal. i could tell the difference from the fake and the real. i had to get up off my ass and make a move like jimmy [?]. ropes around my neck you would have thought i’m suicidal. this b+tch think she running sh+t, tryna climb me with no tidal. my n+ggas really in the field balling hard like it’s the finals. i be balling from the summer to the sun down. i ain’t make it till i bought it up, bust down. i knew some n+ggas who was gang and i can’t trust now. i just flew from la b+tch i just touchdown

[verse 2: $blaze$]
pull up to the crib, about to f+ck up onsome wings. stacking on some chips, put em on a plate like lays. d+mn this sh+t one take. if it ain’t anything about money then we don’t need to conversate. b+tch i don’t i just take. pass it to mac ceejay

[verse 3]
aye aye aye i’m about to go crazy. come playin with me, i’m about to take 4 of your daughters while f+ckin yo lady. you b+tches ain’t allat, you pull up on me, smith and wesson bussing yo eye sockets. stacking these blues in my pocket, i’m gettin too paid while she sucking my third leg. blue hunnids on me, no muh fuccin pig, but i’m keeping these sticks like paul blart. f+ck allat drive by sh+t, get yo ass out the car and meet me at walmart. these internet b+tches ain’t biting, these p+ss ahh b+tches is really sum all bark. pass me allat smoke,ain’t no muh fuccin joke. you softer than poptart. slide me that addy, vpn tracking, they seeing this heat that i’m packin. i’m about to go solo, y’all b+tches sum bozos, but you ain’t catching me lacking. you run up on me, these bare knuckles giving yo partners a whole new smackin. ain’t talkin sum nba dunks, you running my fade, get yo p+ss ahh slashed in
you playin wit me like it’s sony, get yo sh+t clanked, keep a tool like it’s ratchet. my heart on sum ice, ain’t no shirt, you get put on a jacket, get gunned up and clapped quick. yall b+tches gon duck on sum. adding my body counts that’s a sum. b+tches stay false claiming, talm bout having sum guns. y’all only got chicken drums. ain’t a single lemon pepper or a single season that’s allat white ass moms. i’m about to stay locked and loaded, reload tha 40. put it on these bums
b+tch. cleavon flow too vicious, redbone chick that’s my new mistress. throw a body in the lake you see it when you fishin. quit yo b+tchin. crime scenes in apartments, organs on the carpet. equipping the 20 gauge sh+lls sparking. skies getting too dark and your car in the wrong spot for parking. no escape from the cleavon, brand new murda case time to start sh+t. chainsaws tear out your lungs and your arteries. cleavon is starving pardon me. cutting some heads and put em in a venom jar just like socrates. control alt delete b+tch
that’s my dawg that’s my shooter, pull up on you we gon shoot ya. pull up on you with the luger. i’m passing that bih like a rumor. metal to ya body lex luthor. wipe yo nose ain’t no booger. aye wipe yo nose ain’t no booger, draco will bust ya medulla. take a l you a looser. and you know my b+tches got lowkey got bubble b+tts. hop in this twice like we playing some dubble dutch. pull up on me i’m about to get troublesome pull up on you, you get hit with the uppercut

- mac ceejay lyrics

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