Lyrics :
MAC
My bitches are thirsty And they all love me
My friends they are friendly still don't mean they your friends
So smooth and still Can become belligerent men
They got they piece in they pants and that's the Reason they don't dance
Ride thru towns with my whole chips (yeah yeah alright)
Protection in the tool kit (ride ride or die)
Got a tank full and four fifth (six feet by Rudy)
And I Hope they don't have to do shit Livin in the world lookin for a future
we Move quick Before i know it we move bricks
Coz when u realize that every thing around u is hoe tricks n bull shit
Then u stand the fuck up And go get I'm surfing ha I'm pushing forward I'm reppin goods Get at your boy A hundred keys To heavens door Now That's a fucking Metaphor still represent NKI for life We out here surviving that's that do or die
Suicide bitches Give me dome twice Doin all the things these haters don't like Don't like but it's alright We arrive in this bitch let off on sight
Business never personal do it for the lives
Do it for the cold faces do if every day With my bitches and friendsBitches in france, yeh ma bitches in france
Bitches in france yeah my bitches in france
My bitches and my bitches yeah ma bitches in france
My bitches are thirsty And they all love me
My friends they are friendly still don't mean they your friends
So smooth and still Can become belligerent men
They got they piece in they pants and that's the Reason they don't dance
Ride thru towns with my whole chips (yeah yeah alright)
Protection in the tool kit (ride ride or die)
Got a tank full and four fifth (six feet by Rudy)
And I Hope they don't have to do shit Livin in the world lookin for a future
we Move quick Before i know it we move bricks
Coz when u realize that every thing around u is hoe tricks n bull shit
Then u stand the fuck up And go get I'm surfing ha I'm pushing forward I'm reppin goods Get at your boy A hundred keys To heavens door Now That's a fucking Metaphor still represent NKI for life We out here surviving that's that do or die
Suicide bitches Give me dome twice Doin all the things these haters don't like Don't like but it's alright We arrive in this bitch let off on sight
Business never personal do it for the lives
Do it for the cold faces do if every day With my bitches and friendsBitches in france, yeh ma bitches in france
Bitches in france yeah my bitches in france
My bitches and my bitches yeah ma bitches in france
PAIN
I sold my soul to Satan, we smoke till we start fainting
I got bitches waiting behind clouds of smoke we blazing
I sold my soul to Satan, we smoke till we start fainting
I got bitches waiting behind clouds of smoke we blazing
pocket full of dough, all for hoes and bros
Ey yo mac I got the gear ready dim the light low
Ey yo mac I got the gear ready dim the light low
I feel the sky is mine this devil only rolls with angel looking fine
If you don’t bring no drama I don’t need to bring my 9
If you don’t bring no drama I don’t need to bring my 9
But bitch don’t waste my time, tonight the city is mine
And if you wanna ball just call and watch me cross the limit line
And if you wanna ball just call and watch me cross the limit line
I don’ talk to no snitch wake up in the morning like
Who the fuck are you bitch I don’t remember shit
Who the fuck are you bitch I don’t remember shit
Homies at the back, homies in the front
bitches on the sides and I’m always on the run
bitches on the sides and I’m always on the run
night vultures grinding till the sun’s out
drink smoke do drugs pass out
rooms girls scream loud
empty bottles sell hustle cash out
do it all again no doubt siren cops I’m out
drink smoke do drugs pass out
rooms girls scream loud
empty bottles sell hustle cash out
do it all again no doubt siren cops I’m out
always hungry for that cash looking for the power
minute after minute, hour after hour
minute after minute, hour after hour
from the bottom to the top homie growing, homie growing
hustling selling watch that paper flowing with my
hustling selling watch that paper flowing with my
And my bitches in france
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