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miami's finest - d-mac lyrics

[verse 1: d-mac]
im the best in the city
if it ain’t me then its bizzy
if it ain’t bizzy it’s sylvan
if it ain’t sylvan its trick
zoey, bruno or smiff
keith, berg or dred, but never the less its mac
the bad b-tches know him incase u ask who is it
fell back for a minute & now its back to business
finna snap like a center, yea i’m back wit a vengeance
they act like they don’t remember, so here i am
i know the city’s sick of all of the liars and phonies
this that sh-t you post with 5 or 6 fire emojis
nah this that sh-t they talk about while u getting a cut
macaroni, miami’s finest my n-gg- wussup

[talking: d-mac]
the tea is pomegranate
the shirt is aura
and the mood is new day new way
stay warm…

[verse 2: d-mac]
serve it like im at wimbeldon, difference is n-body scoring on me
the flow’s nice as a gentlemen, its opening doors for me
cut out the middle men, its time to get more money
n-gg-s is feminine, they’re nothing but wh-r-s to me
thinking they’re spitting, what they’ve written is boring to me the flow is ugly, you don’t want it, lil boy trust me
city’s finest, states illest
go ahead and lie and say i ain’t the realest
you can try to deny it, i bet your bae feel it
i ain’t chillin til i make 8 million
smile as it piles from the tile til it scr-pe’s the ceiling
what a great feeling, i got a dream and you can’t kill it
aura t shirt, kangol bucket on and 3 chains
yea i’m back like steph after the knee sprain
yea i’m back like mike after the number switch
the p-ssy ain’t even good dog i don’t want your b-tch
i’m on camera, tim allen wit the hammer
bag on me like i’m santa and i spend it like a scammer
dade’s best rapper every bar wrote is fire
had broads in atlanta before i ever wore designer, wussup
bunch of sh-t going on that i don’t care for
bunch of photo opping and funny haircuts
n-gg-s tatting they’re face hoping they look tough
treat em like snow globes and leave em shook up
i cook up like ayesha, without a feature
i earned stripes, i learned life without a teacher
your girls type, the first night? its nice to meet ya
an hour later, she sucking on me like now and laters
no roof on the coupe as we wave hi to haters
b-mping d’angelo, me and my sanaa lathan
thats brown sugar, she’s dripping all kinds of flavor
but if n-gg-s think its sweet, want beef, annihilate em
and oh, im in la for the weekend
u know, getting head like a peek in, 4sho
ask the block about mac hustle
i count the bands like i’m black youngsta
u got zero on u like u russell , im strapped wit the thunder
u salty as lake city and talkin jazz busta
i grab the beat and then i spazz like a back muscle
thats a fact sucker, u boys lack hunger
my homies askin why i ain’t been comin round
as if i’d be in this position if i hung around
pretty young thang curled up in these satin sheets
she got the itis from our breakfast on manhattan beach
n-gg-s tweeting lets work like i rap for free
before you d-ck ride, f-ggot u should ask my fee
as for me, the best ever from my town
tell ross p-ss the crown, it’s been mine for a while
2 9s on me but i never been a sap
she ain’t sucking? she ain’t f-cking? leave that b-tch where she’s at
and i rep brownsub, i put that sh-t on the map
i made the logo the hood use for promo
riding solo, but keep it on the low tho
pull up they like oh no, d-mn where did my hoe go
loco wit the slow flow, im so flo’s finest
who else this slick wit the rhyming?
who else who else who?
gather your cheddar and bet whatever then
u down bad im up like carl fredrickson
i dont rub off as who you wanna rub wrong
if im who u front then you’re who i stunt on
formerly known as he artist who kept the gun drawn
wet u up like the sprinklers in your front yard
f-ck any list i ain’t number one on

- d mac lyrics

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