Paroles de la chanson My Mac Yawns I Go On To Make This Darksparkles Move Call It: As The Americans Say, Middle Section Made By Plcr Runner Reg On His 30′ Chromitar par Shabazz Palaces

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Paroles de la chanson My Mac Yawns I Go On To Make This Darksparkles Move Call It: As The Americans Say, Middle Section Made By Plcr Runner Reg On His 30′ Chromitar par Shabazz Palaces

Yeah, wow
Sophisticated ladies of the evening
Niggas with them sparkles in their gloss drinks
A lot of hopes and wishes and dreams in here
Couple niggas got their dames in here
You know the drill, you know the rules
You know the [?]
Key for a good time, get yours
Yeah, you want the good then God bless you
A lot of styles cause gangsta mind's fresher
To them bitches in their tight pants and [?] dresses
Do the right dance, move it and twist it, look at you
To all my niggas home for corrections
Cliques and crews, hoods and gangs and sections

Raising drinks to the sky (always)
The street poets philosophising
The young ladies advertising
Niggas pick your marks, who they gon ride on

Yeah, pretty much, mothafucka good times
Yeah, pretty much, mothafucka good times
Yeah, pretty much, mothafucka good times
Yeah, pretty much, mothafucka

Listen up! (Wow)
Listen up! (Wow)
(Wow) Listen up!
Listen up!

I do my neck [?]
My whole style is jewelry
Glamour, glitz, got the butter, stunna, yeah, filthy

Ooh-wee that liquor start to sink in
I pulled her closer to me, tell me what you thinkin'
Hey, my girl classy and she sweet
Me and her move nasty to the beat
Flashy and meek
Doin' our thing, blowin' cash and we are feelin' this
Ghetto show, you know how we go
We gon party from the [?] and we gon stay until they close
And when they get out, we're hanging in the get out
So we can wild out, let some of my style out
It's in [?] babygirl you know what this is
Races and trucks and shit
Caddys and Cutlasses
Girl you best go and pick up the kids

This nigga tryna reach his trunk and bust up the shit
In the city tough ounces and [?]
Fuck white T, fuck the bouncers, fuck police

Yeah, pretty much, mothafucka good times
Yeah, pretty much, mothafucka good times
Yeah, pretty much, mothafucka good times
Yeah, pretty much, mothafucka

Listen up!
Listen up!
Listen up!
Listen up!

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