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rick ross - mc hammer lyrics

“mc hammer”
(feat. gucci mane)

whoo (woo,woo,woo)
whoo (woo,woo,woo)
maybach music.. boss
maybach music.. ricky ross
maybach music.. its tripple c’s
maybach music.. color cut clariy

my gun dirty, my brick clean
im ridding dirty, my d-ck clean
she talk dirty but her mouth clean
b-tch i’m mc hammer.. i’m about cream
i got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers
i take them everywhere.. i’m mc hammer
started selling dough, i’m too legit to quit
when its hammer time, i’m pulling out the stick

im at the car lot, i’m going broke
i pay for 5, they find a couple more
i take them home, like i do my hoes
i dress them up, i buy them clothes
gl-ss slippers, i gas’s hoes
now she’s acting brand new on you -ssholes
limousines, i did that, two door coops boy i live that
my top back, i’m circ-mcised
i pull it back, just to go inside
she thinking folic, i’m thinking wings stop
feening lemon pepper, i got my thing c-cked
black bat mobile, its only new ferrari
its called scaglietti one b-tton like a atari
im just advising, my profit is rising
n-gg-s buying stocks any n-gg- like a verizon

i got the porche, i was so ecstatic
100 grand a day my operation is so elaborate
credit card sqeems, that was for the f-ggots
mother f-ck window shopping boy i gotta have it
now my sh-t be booming all across the atlas
puchi puchi money long now we call him alex
had to move from davie cuz that sh-t was local.
picked up the mansion and i sat that b-tch back down in boca.
my badest b-tch is latin but they call me loco
till i f-ck them in the -ss out in acapulco
im thinkin money every moment thinkin money
i bust a nut then i’m back to thinkin money
my wrist froze my mind blow i’m off slow my eyes closed
you gotta judge a man by his principles
teflon don, i am invincible

diamonds moving on my chest, wanna hammer dance,
seventy grand make my jeans sag like some hammer pants,
ambulance, ambulance, 911, 911,
it’s gucci mane, yea that’s my name, i’m going dumb, going dumb,
blowing up, blowin up, blowin up, blowin up,
i’m like mc hammer, i put that on my grandma,
i ride through east atlanta, in my new ferrari,
it’s a 458, if you don’t have one, sorry,
i’ll let you borrow mine, i think i’m mc hammer,
i never borrowed jewlery, i’m tippin naked dancers,
it’s an occasion, a celebration, at central station,
with haitian hoes and jamaicans, i’m trynna make it,
old school, wanna race it? we can test it,
i’m flexin, i’ll leave a sucker eating dust for breakfast,
so expect the unexpected,
i’m well connected,
i’m mc hammer 150 on the guest list,
gucci!

- rick ross lyrics

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