Kyze Ft. Giggs - Mack Daddy lyrics
rate me(Hook)
Nigga, mack daddy
Mack daddy
Nigga, mack daddy
Mack daddy
(Verse: Giggs)
This that Hollum and Meek shit wylin'
That holligul mengle
This gets everyone's naked silence
Uno momento
This that nigga might take yo kin
No, wouldn't go kindle
Turn up from old kin road
Then pull up on klengo
I bet summertime get stomachin'
Then run up on one of them
And let (**gun shots**)
Dararat, dararat
And let the finger trigger work with fum again
Pull up and punish them
And nigga tear a squad like big pun n' Em
And got a pun right in front of them
Body mean stranger, it's probably a favor
It's probably about this paper
Body rearranger, I got 100 like let's get chummied in
I told 'er shh, like shmoney dem
And when it's sticky, baby, let's get honey'd dem
I bet a stick might come in dem
(Hook)
Bad daddy mack, nigga mack daddy
Bitch back it up bout yo fat fanny
The mack daddy's back, nigga, mack daddy
This the black candy shot and a flat shabby
(Verse 2)
Came back in the game with passion, guys, I'm Mr. Make Shit Happen
Tell me a great man hasn't mashed down, been on the grind since Adam
Peek in then you coulda played with my dough
Keeper ready, so ya couldn't play with my goal
I don't care if he's Tony with the Yayo
In it boom boom boom, till he say it wait-oh
I was up and down the road, always late comin' home
Got the misses on the phone, get my dinner in the stove
I'll be back in like a a move, I'm on Lindon Grove
In a tinted Golf, mind yo business, tho
Lemme shot em and go, grab grizzy and go
Me, Hollow and Dro, I drop em some dough
Cuz they drop me some crow, it was back in oh...oh...0
That was back in 0?sum', had the fassy ole' dussy'n in the car
Can't wait to buck 'im, I'mma buckethead bottom
I ain't try to hit nuttin', I'm just out here cuttin'
Through the ends, not trustin', em friends been fussin'
Don't pretend that you luv 'im, I just switch made runnin'
Mane mister made coffin, ya piss the link bossin'
Yo chick's been cluckin', flirtin' n' fussin'
I'mma grab man's chick and fill it with stuffin'
(Hook)
Bad daddy mack, nigga mack daddy
Bitch back it up bout yo fat fanny
The mack daddy's back, nigga, mack daddy
This the black candy shot and a flat shabby
(Verse 3: Kyze)
Don't make this one o' dem seasons
Cuz mum will get brought up fo' one of dem reasons
I ain't fuckin' wit none o' dem daemons
I'm walkin' with God, I don't need your allegiance
Yeah, I get mad high till I'm leanin'
I still look up and send a prayer to the ceilin'
When ya see me round and I ain't speakin'
Cuz dem man is listen and talkin' and repeatin'
Man, I miss that error of repeatin'
When a man too tough and you wouldn't just believe it
At the same time, you woulda disbelieve 'im
My food ain't good just becuz it's been seasoned
You locked in to the men who's down low
Brickwork, pharmacy, even done steward
A man still work, come to the real world
Show you how we get down, yo feelings gon' be real hurt
Man, yo brothers don't know me
Own two bread when ya phone me
You want a verse, on the OG, show me the money
And then we can proceed
Man, yo friendship, I don't need
Man, I'm flyin' at my own speed
Man, I'm chasin' my own dreams
Don't judge me or grudge me, I got my own ^&*()
