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mac-k the k baby – free whooski lyrics

{intro}
you be my star
i’ll be the sky (what?)
hide underneath me
come out at night (what?)
when i turn jet black (ayy, ayy, ayy)
show off your light (what?)
i live to let you shine (huh?)

[chorus]
ayy, yeah
i’m with my b+tch, got a glock in her purse
it’s designer, it’s gucci, the symbol in front
i pulled up in the cad’, and this b+tch imma skrrt
beat a b+tch from the back, she throw back and she love it
big body swinging on fours and it’s rubbing
aye, b+tch imma get me some money
hey, no b+tch no i’m not a dummy
i’m paid, yeah b+tch i came with them hundreds
blue face, it’s spread from my wrist to my tummy
get laid, no i can’t f+ck if you ugly
don’t give a f+ck if it’s raining or sunny
imma step out thе trap and go get me some monеy, hey
yeah b+tch, i’m getting me some money, hey
yeah b+tch, go get me some money
[verse]
step on the gas in the jeep and fly down the highway
i need a round of applause
i hit the gas on the laws
i caught a w, i had came back from a loss
i only rock with my dawgs
i had got blood on my hands, then i wiped on my paws
i cannot hesitate, wait on n0body, or pause
go get it like ain’t no tomorrow
trap n+gga turnt, imma hit my two+step
i just got a bowl out the building
three the bags of the runtz, now we only got two left
if the feds get to lackin’ then [?]
don’t call the district, the [?] not for sale
walk in this b+tch and go get me some money
leave out this b+tch and go get me some money
i went to sleep and i’m thinkin’ bout money on god n+gga

(i be thinkin’ bout money in this b+tch n+gga, free whoo’)

[chorus}
i’m with my b+tch, got a glock in her purse
it’s designer, it’s gucci, the symbol in front
i pulled up in the cad’, and this b+tch imma skrrt
beat a b+tch from the back, she throw back and she love it
big body swinging on fours and it’s rubbing
aye, b+tch imma get me some money
hey, no b+tch no i’m not a dummy
i’m paid, yeah b+tch i came with them hundreds
blue face, it’s spread from my wrist to my tummy
get laid, no i can’t f+ck if you ugly
don’t give a f+ck if it’s raining or sunny
imma step out the trap and go get me some money, hey
yeah b+tch, i’m getting me some money, hey
yeah b+tch, go get me some money
[verse]
step on the gas in the jeep and fly down the highway
i need a round of applause
i hit the gas on the laws
i caught a w, i had came back from a loss
i only rock with my dawgs
i had got blood on my hands, then i wiped on my paws
i cannot hesitate, wait on n0body, or pause
go get it like ain’t no tomorrow
trap n+gga turnt, imma hit my two+step
i just got a bowl out the building
three the bags of the runtz, now we only got two left
if the feds get to lackin’ then [?]
don’t call the district, the [?] not for sale
walk in this b+tch and go get me some money
leave out this b+tch and go get me some money
i went to sleep and i’m thinkin’ bout money, aye

[outro]
you be my star
i’ll be the sky
hide underneath me
come out at night
when i turn jet black
show off your light
i live to let you shine
you be my star
i’ll be the sky
hide underneath me
come out at night
when i turn jet black
show off your light
i live to let you shine

- mac k the k baby lyrics

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