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mac dre - all damn day lyrics

[verse 1]
microphone check let me get to the beat
dedicated to you b-tches, let me spit to you freaks
i’m gonna serve it to you straight a little something like this
not one of those n-gg-s that be liking to kiss
theres no telling what your tongue licks, it might be big d-cks
so you better try kissing on them other tricks
’cause? i like to ball hog
i know you love what i shove and thrust up in your c-ck…
all d-mn day

[chorus]
all d-mn day ho
all d-mn day ho (i’m gonna rock this motherf-cka all night yall)
all d-mn day ho
all d-mn day ho (i’m gonna rock this motherf-cka all night yall)

[verse 2]
i’m md and mackin’ is my duty
so when i step to you girl and tap you on your big booty
and start spittin’ some pimpin’ -ss serious sh-t
don’t even start trippin’ on how freaky you get
its just a gift to g-a-b, to get to your p-a-d
bash in your -ss, inside of the b-e-d
bust a 415 and not the 012
now you fiending for more, but you wait ’til i call you
see some of these n-gg-s cold want you to jock ’em
stupid motherf-ckas, but i can’t knock ’em
i just wanna bash ho, and only get cash ho
you want dre to stay and lay, but i have to p-ss ho

[chorus]

[verse 3]
’cause that lovey dovey sh-t just ain’t gon’ get it
when i pick you up to f-ck, i straight hit it and quit it
and you dont trip because the s-xin’ is good, i be wreckin’ ’em good
and they be back in the hood
tellin’ my cuddies how cool it was
now another romp player might give you a buzz
young c-u-r-t, or maybe young marty
or my homeboy j might be your type of party
who ever it is, they gon’ get with you b-tch
and dont even think they gon’ sit with you b-tch
no talkin’ and walkin’ ’cause that sh-t is funny style
you pay me and lay me and when i take your money i’ll…
spend that sh-t all d-mn day

[chorus]

[verse 4]
i’m hard but saucy b-tch back on off me
steady tryin’ to toss me, ho smell the coffee
i gave you some ho, did not c-m though
your too d-mn dumb ho, what you actin’ sprung fo’?
i’m hard to get with, pimperistic
i want your lipstick on top of my d-ck tip
i’m from the v-a double l e-j
o and you know ho, the things that we say
are simple and plain, nothing but game
and if you aint up on it mac dre is the name
i want a fat -ss joint of that potent zesty
and a thick chocolate b-tch whose name is nestle
from the c-r-e-s-t, ’cause thats where the best be
suckas get jealous and they try to test me
so i carry a nine all the time
dope raps i rhyme, this is how i grind
making stacks of cash, down to wax that -ss
a n-gg- ready to blast a m-th-f-cka real fast
d-ckin’ the ho’s, never lickin’ the ho’s
big black d-ck is what i stick in the ho’s
i shake ’em, i break ’em, but never will i take ’em
to eat hamburgers let alone some steak and
lobster, ’cause baby i’m a mobster
you tell your friends how i robbed ya

[chorus]

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