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Текст песни Mac Mall - P.O.P.

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[ CHORUS ]It`s paper over pussy, chips over a bitchDough over a hoe, but suckers, they think with they dickIt`s dollars over nana, c-notes over a slutG`s over breezies, yeah nigga, what`s up?[ VERSE 1: Mac Mall ]Some more of it, how you want it, patented and proven potentPockets bulgin, diamonds glowin, ain`t no secret, we on oneLights, camera, action, muthafucka, it`s mackinRelease the Jacksons, let em go, they ain`t go buy the captainsAnd I`m a general that`s spittin flows and peelin hoesSmokin dope, drinkin XO, but don`t fuck with no chemicalsYour wifey wanna try me, hook up and give me bodyBut it`s paper over pussy, break bread or get from by meLittle mama, you fly, but I`m sharper than allSave that drama for partner, spendin up at the barSee, he like trickin chips, I just wanna put dick between your lipsHey, get another rock just for kicks, bust two nuts and then I switchHey player, she with your, but if you know like I doYou get further with baby, she lookin like she wanna chooseAnd I`m one of those niggas that go hard on these bitchesMake em pay for the game and always charge em interest[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 2: Mac Mall ]You`re owin me for knowin me and I`ma put ya down like you`re `posed to beGirl, give MC nose to me, let him pay rent and buy groceriesLet that man play step daddy and take care of them kidsIf he knew how you was swallowin nuts, that fool`d have a fitSee, I`m a savage, I get mannish when I`m doggin yo bitchYou`re sittin home on your punk ass, you sittin, be pussy-whippedGotta be smokin that shit if you think she ain`t gettin hitBy Mister Iatola Komani from that Sesed Out clickWhen you found out you was heart-broke, couldn`t believe she was cut-throatBut I ain`t tryin to get comfortable, I`m just tryin to get my loot onThese niggas off the hinges, lose they mind over these chickensShowin out for these tramps, and I forgot to mentionShe`s goin both ways now, chassy, quick to lay it downLip gloss and no drawers at the club wildin outLittle turf dirt-ass bitchLip gloss and no drawers, at the club wildin out[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Mac Mall ]Now I betcha I won`t sweat her and I be damned if I jockedThe broad top notch, a dime piece, to me they punk rockI give her a job and had the little chick on the clockBringin me ??? while busters steady sprung on the twatYou see, I rather count them big heads till my fingers acheThan have a fake fine bitch in my face, all in the wayAnd Mister Mackin don`t have breaks in my paper chaseI have a breezy sellin her crate and transportin weightCashin faulty checks in the bankShe everything that daddy want she get and what she get I takeI`m boss-gamin, boy, you`re just small changeAnd you`ll forever be a sucker, for a guy, for a dameLook at them lames[ CHORUS ]Yeah nigga, what`s upYeah nigga, what`s upYeah nigga, what`s up (3X)You knowSee man, these niggas claimin playerBut the whole timeMan, they bonafide tricksYeah, Femi on the beatBoss Game on the m-i-cIt ain`t nothin new, you know how we do[ CHORUS ]Mac MallSesed Out535 proofYeah nigga, what..

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