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This young nigga with me Really shoot like Trae I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin' Put a beam on every single weapon Send me the addy and I'ma address it I wanna start rippin' through your leggings You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe Want you to stop playing, you can get it Just send me the addy and I'ma address it, yeah All I know is get the bag, facts I get money out the ass, facts You should see what's in my stash, racks You don't want it to get bad, oh man Really shootin' like The Mask, facts Runnin' through bodies like Mad Max Hoodie on, grippied up, mask black I keep it on me, get your ass back The niggas I roll with is not nice Hit a nigga in front of his mom, I swear Forty two niggas gon' knock him down We can get the one, I don't know if he my height Yeah, half of these niggas cannot fight They used to call us dirty Bronx guys Now niggas' bitches send me heart eyes Niggas' bitches be sendin' me heart eyes I got a bankroll in every whip Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin' Put a beam on every single weapon Designer clothes, I get it for free They wonder why I never go to sleep It's niggas tryna take me out my misery But I can never let them get me off my feet I put a Hellcat engine in the Jeep It's not a G-Wagen, yeah And I ain't really with the back-and-forth shit Just let me know if it's static, yeah Hangin' 'round nothin' but bosses, no losses, only W's, yeah My nigga don't even make songs and he got more hits than a baddie, yeah Turn my bitch into a brat, she got more double C than a Sabathia, yeah Had a nine-car garage at the crib, crib so big, I call it a lair I know you just wanna show off in my car, makin' videos flippin' your hair Girl, you gon' fall out of line fuckin' with the stars, baby, you is not ordinar' Niggas gon' fall out of line fuckin' with some thugs, nigga, get you right out of here Got a FN, it came with a scope and a beam, I'm ready, yeah (Almighty God) I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin' Put a beam on every single weapon Send me the addy and I'ma address it I wanna start rippin' through your leggings You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe Want you to stop playing, you can get it Just send me the addy and I'ma address it I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin' Put a beam on every single weapon Send me the addy and I'ma address it I wanna start rippin' through your leggings You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe Want you to stop playing, you can get it Just send me the addy and I'ma address it, yeah
Letra de 7 Mac 11's (Letra)
This young nigga with me Really shoot like Trae I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin' Put a beam on every single weapon Send me the addy and I'ma address it I wanna start rippin' through your leggings You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe Want you to stop playing, you can get it Just send me the addy and I'ma address it, yeah All I know is get the bag, facts I get money out the ass, facts You should see what's in my stash, racks You don't want it to get bad, oh man Really shootin' like The Mask, facts Runnin' through bodies like Mad Max Hoodie on, grippied up, mask black I keep it on me, get your ass back The niggas I roll with is not nice Hit a nigga in front of his mom, I swear Forty two niggas gon' knock him down We can get the one, I don't know if he my height Yeah, half of these niggas cannot fight They used to call us dirty Bronx guys Now niggas' bitches send me heart eyes Niggas' bitches be sendin' me heart eyes I got a bankroll in every whip Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin' Put a beam on every single weapon Designer clothes, I get it for free They wonder why I never go to sleep It's niggas tryna take me out my misery But I can never let them get me off my feet I put a Hellcat engine in the Jeep It's not a G-Wagen, yeah And I ain't really with the back-and-forth shit Just let me know if it's static, yeah Hangin' 'round nothin' but bosses, no losses, only W's, yeah My nigga don't even make songs and he got more hits than a baddie, yeah Turn my bitch into a brat, she got more double C than a Sabathia, yeah Had a nine-car garage at the crib, crib so big, I call it a lair I know you just wanna show off in my car, makin' videos flippin' your hair Girl, you gon' fall out of line fuckin' with the stars, baby, you is not ordinar' Niggas gon' fall out of line fuckin' with some thugs, nigga, get you right out of here Got a FN, it came with a scope and a beam, I'm ready, yeah (Almighty God) I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin' Put a beam on every single weapon Send me the addy and I'ma address it I wanna start rippin' through your leggings You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe Want you to stop playing, you can get it Just send me the addy and I'ma address it I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin' Put a beam on every single weapon Send me the addy and I'ma address it I wanna start rippin' through your leggings You're better than Margiela and Giuseppe Want you to stop playing, you can get it Just send me the addy and I'ma address it, yeah