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nick pratt - mac & me lyrics

[intro: nick pratt]
uh
yeah, hold up

[verse 1: nick pratt]
now tell me you ain’t know it’s me
praise be, jump down and throw to the beat
uh, [?] hot potato champion, i’m holdin’ the heat
and throwin’ shots like the ones dirk throw at the heat
hold up [?] but a n+gga never lost it (uh+uh)
super fresh and i ain’t even get a chance to floss yet (uh+uh)
why i’m makin’ boss steps? (uh+uh) [?] tennis shoes
referee kick me out the game [?]
testicular fortitude of [?]
southern rap slanger on the east coast, been border proof
movin’ like the [?] writing’s on the wall
[?] tryna brawl [?]
that n+ggas ain’t tryna do it like i does it
’cause i does it like dopest, dog, i’m cookin’ by the dozen
like a [?]
crack cookies packaged up and shipped out
the flow on hydraulics, mtv, we finna trick out
no ride pimpin’ (uh+uh), we just cash on delivery and [?]
got [?]
the 808, high+hat and the snare
and the brains of whoever was there
this sh+t’s a massacre [?] the driver and the passenger
keanu reeves and sandra bullock dyin’, disastrous
n+gga, i’m hazardous, all i’m droppin’ is toxic
and all my lil’ mamas [?]
i toss ’em like [?] rice but they come back
they do their groupie thang because they think that i’m gonna run rap
uh, but all i’m tryna do is sh+t on n+ggas
when i spit on the beat, it’s soundin’ like i spit on n+ggas
uh, so disrespectful (uh+huh)
n+gga, wipe your face off (yeah)
one with the rap world, n+gga, like i’m adolf
i’m out here gettin’ to the money like i’m bernie madoff
seventeen billion dollars, b+tch, i made off (peace)
uh, i’m [?], catch me if you can
i got these hoes runnin’ like the gingerbread man
[?] got me summoned like i gotta go to court
as long as they’ve got my dollars, i’ma shut it down, of course
i be rappin’ like i know somethin’ (uh+huh)
at the same time, i be steppin’ like i’m on somethin’ (alright)
b+tch, i’m k!llin’ it [?] every memory
every step feel like an obstacle [?]
cut the umbilical cord on all that follow me (haha)
callin’ me “father” [?] (uh, uh)
[verse 2: mac miller]
[?] mac sl!cker than rick
and gettin’ numbers in my phone with a fl!ck of the wrist
trippin’ with spit, class need to pick up his sticks
hittin’ the spliffs, filled to the tip with the piff
ain’t need to sh+t, yeah, you know it
explosive rap doses, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (what?)
cream like hostess, skin color of a twinkie
try and take over the world like i was pinky (uh+huh)
pinky and the brain, the shrink says i’m insane
don’t blink, i’m in the game, haters whisperin’ my name
ring bells like a ding+dong ditch
and bass hits with a king kong kick
i’m droppin’ it heavily, incredible legacy
ahead of me, weed or ecstasy sends me to my destiny
throwin’ in the hennessy, i’m faded and gone
playin’ the songs you never hear a dj put on (nah)
i bring it back like a replay or relay
so everybody’s clear, no he say, she say
poetry from [?], fresh like potpourri
blowin’ trees, o’s and p’s, all of y’all know it’s me
mac

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