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yogy - mackin' & hangin' lyrics

lamborghini dreams, swear it’s in that boxers reach, crash and burn for the sh-t i’ve earned, ain’t official we don’t even speak, peep, repeat after me, if it don’t make sense, where you won’t find me, on the road i’m on no credit just cheese, just g,s like the belt that wrap these jeans, u smoke? well enjoy this kush..
middle figure to the world like it’s p-rn i push, so f-ck em, go hard, shoot stars, go large keep truckin, be careful of the b-tches you cuff, same hoes bring them n-ggas that a bang you up, bang bang everything you worked for gone, so i stick to it man it won’t be long, so say my name name name, roll call, we gon let them n-ggas hate, and get to money at a nascar rate, fast can bet yo last, can never see myself back broke no cast, bet against me n-gga that’s yo -ss, but best believe i’m so built to last, but never settle for last, i shoot shoot shoot for the top, with no roof on a drop, can’t wait till i cop, boy i’m dope like c0ke in the pot, don’t miss this, off privilege, swear this life fit me like tetris, gifted like christmas d-mn a n-gga feeling so festive on they b-tch -ss, laugh now, cry later, but we gon buzz like sky pager, and run with the ish that god gave us, and pray for position hope god aid us, now we all livin, never fall victim of the fakes or the snakes or the false that we all witness now my n-ggas just mackin’ and hangin’, dope sh-t we slang it, each and every track we hop on, we f-ck around & slay it, pow pow we k!ll em, now bow down to princes, nah bump we kings, with lamborginni dreams so p-ss the keys, vroom vroom look up at my tail lights, hit the gas until we out these haters eye site, out they tax group, doing the sh-t they can’t do, and live for now, now make it pound yea

mind on cloud 9, baby don’t k!ll my high, on my sleeve i wear my pride, i’m just at the table tryna tryna chow down, swag or style either way tell all these hoes u know i’m on it, what’s good? this grind other then that n-gga i can’t call it i, make no time for the bullsh-t, i leave that sh-t to the cowboys, on my fly on my fresh on my cool sh-t, long as im alive movin, mogulin, bidness baby, yogy in this sh-t to win it baby, captain i sink or swim with the ship, that real rap sh-t my heart is a nitch, dreams of pushing 640 horses on the slab, and as a past n-ggas who said i’d lose i look laugh, & while they mad, i just stunt and act a -ss, and buy rozay just to pour it for the ones who p-ssed, easy to hate, harder to love, funny thing is, we don’t give a f-ck tell n-ggas so what, to all my brothers that rock i got us, keep my head to the sky don’t worry bout mines, how yo pockets over there look, only man in the mirror i trust, all faith cause there ain’t no in luck so i’m just out here mackin and hangin

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