Mac Dre - There Is A Song For You lyrics

rate me

Acid booze and ass, needles guns and grass,

Acid booze and ass, needles guns and grass, lots of

There is a song for you

There is a song for you

There is a song for you

Th-th-th-th-th-th there is there is

Oooooh oooh

They say benzes roll beamers jet

And caddies keep on dippin

Well I must be trippin

I'm in a old-school pie flippin

Sellin them high gyppin

Tendin to my pimpin

Times slippin

Late

I'm on my way

Not enough hours in the day

To be dre

I'm el presidente

I run tings

Tow gun things

And never run from things

Brave heart

But I'm not mel gibson

I'm dope like coke

That was cooked in the kitchen

Dabbin revolution

Stabbin an I'm goosin

Mini me laptops

Many beats that knock

Lots a hemp

Lobster not shrimp

big prawns maybe

(I pimps on baby)

Always shoppin

No more hall moppin

Hella nikes with gucci

Hella nights with coochie

I tell baby play casper

Be friendly ghost on em

After you host on em

She a team player

I play coach on em

Like a dubee in a joint

I play roach on em

Won't smoke on em

If it ain't dollalala-lala lotsa notes on them.

C status

Won't holla till it's g status

I'm cutthoat

Three c savage

Whatever me want

me have it

Insanley lavish

Your trash might be bash

Gimme that bitch

Like lil mama in labor

I push puss

Thaz real talk alwayz real talk cause-cause

Rather fuckin cut

One g

Oh no bitch wasn't enough

And to this day

Won't love won't get payed an

(And for you here song like a fix)

Now I could talk a bitch brain

Outta her noggin

And slide across thin ice

Like tobaggans

So we get that smobbin

Bitch quit sobbin

And get a trick dick throbbin

Man you could be a sidekick

Like batman an robin

An allstar PIMP SHIT

THAT beat GOT HER BOBBIN

Her head don't stop

Like she keep on noddin

And all I do is collect and sell the product

I knock a baywatch bitch

Dipped in prada

And still check all of it

Every dollar

And I don't even call

But they hear me holla

And yea that bitch TRAINED

TO run game on SCHOLARS

Get it from your father

Don't even bother

My bitch suck his over load

I won't stop her

Bitch nonstop hold up about it

An every piece a dough that bitch touch I got it

Oooh ooooh oooooooh ooooooooooooh

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