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M C M Lyrics - Artist : Joey Trap
Akachi on the beat, lil bitch
Red lean look like Clifford Ooh, look, aye I just met two twins they fell in love I just fuck one now, both match, Gucci, Burberry I'm your girl MCM just like my bookbag, uh Used to stay outside right after school and sell that lo-lo, uh Now I got the bands, I dropped the top You catch me solo, uh Catch me ridin' solo, uh Guns like I'm Han Solo, uh I get chips like Robocop Y'all so broke, like hobo, no All I wear is Polo, plus my shoes is prolly Gucci Catch me fadin' bumpin' Isolation, Cali ucci, uh I'm a humble guy but I still never wear no Yeezys, no All my diamonds dance on me just like they from Chris Breezy, uh I'm an MCM machine, don't post about me cause you watchin' Niggas on my dick more than the bitches nowadays I guess a motherfucker charming, money falling Gotta get it, forget it Niggas pussy, eat a Snickers Born to kill, drink some liquor Kill Bill, Jack's hill, fuck Jack and Jill Jack who, they was twins like some bitches in my rap So it's a wrap, flip a packet, hit the road, get the gold, get the flow, uh I hit the road and get the flow, uh Fuck your girl, she like it slow, uh Told the baby, "Drop it low", uh Diamonds on me fuckin' glow, uh MCM just like the backpack Told the baby throw that ass back Yeah, told the baby throw that ass back (Aye!) I just met two twins they fell in love I just fuck one now, both match, Gucci, Burberry I'm your girl MCM just like my bookbag, uh Used to stay outside right after school and sell that lo-lo, uh Now I got the bands, I dropped the top. you catch me solo, uh Catch me ridin' solo, uh Guns like I'm Han Solo, uh I get chips like Robocop Y'all so broke, like hobo, no All I wear is Polo, plus my shoes is prolly Gucci Catch me fadin' bumpin' Isolation, Cali ucci, uh I'm a humble guy but I still never wear no Yeezys, no All my diamonds dance on me just like they from Chris Breezy, uh I'm an MCM machine, don't post about me cause you watchin' Niggas on my dick more than the bitches nowadays I guess a motherfucker charming, money falling Gotta get it, forget it Niggas pussy, eat a Snickers Born to kill, drink some liquor Kill Bill, Jack's hill, fuck Jack and Jill Jack who, they was twins like some bitches in my rap So it's a wrap, flip a packet, hit the road, get the gold, get the flow, uh |
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