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the mac & mr. bitches! - happy hour (ile) lyrics

tzt:
(hook)
(ay) sactown
muf*ckas wanna bring the mac out (uh)
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n*gga, pipe down (uh)

(ay) sactown
muf*ckas wanna bring the mac out
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n*gga, pipe down (uh)
ziccy
(verse 1)
b*tches ain’t touchin’ a n*gga
no trust for you b*tches
i’ll social distance
but still f*ck on yo mrs
don’t rush mr. b*tches
i’ll bust on yo b*tch
no mac 11
but i’m still dumpin’ out pistols
ziccy a thief in the night
he uh heatin’ the mic
eat then he gonna write
she and she gonna like
he and he gonna bite
freezing krypt in a night
me and tzt gonna light
rest in peace for the night

(hook)
(ay) sactown
muf*ckas wanna bring the mac out (uh)
pеter pipe, bettеr pipe down
sit down lil n*gga, pipe down (uh)

(ay) sactown
muf*ckas wanna bring the mac out
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n*gga, pipe down (uh)
tzt:
(verse 2)
return of the mack, like i got my receipt to apple
mac turn a n*gga holy like chapel
my n*ggas is battle ready for the counter example
we smokin’ the competition ‘til they baffled
goin’ crazy ‘til they put us in shackles
n*ggas lazy, watch us grind for the castle
figured lately, i been showin’ errybody ‘round me passion on a level they ain’t never had to witness
so my presence unlike santa
it’s completely f*ckin’ different (yuh!)
i ain’t really out here dissin’
but if you ain’t in my legion then you non*existent
i ain’t rappin’ ‘bout these benzes (no!)
say my name i’m f*ckin’ trippin’ (yuh!)
spill the game upon the floor and watch a n*gga catch a lot of b*tches slippin’ (huh!)

(hook)
(ay) sactown
muf*ckas wanna bring the mac out (uh)
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n*gga, pipe down (uh)

(ay) sactown
muf*ckas wanna bring the mac out
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n*gga, pipe down (uh)
ziccy:
(verse 3)
n*ggas from the sac town
ain’t wanna act out
don’t bring ya b*tch ‘round
i’ma blow her back out

tzt:
(verse 4)
i’ma pull her tracks out
treat her like a cash cow
black out, black out
make the p*ssy tap out!

ziccy:
(verse 5)
black out
tap out
left right up down
got them p*ssy cheat codes
got you n*ggas lapped now

tzt:
(verse 6)
i’m a do the race
made her think i’m movin’ fast now
hit the p*ssy raw and then i put that b*tch on smackdown
watch me kick it like i’m donnie yen

tzt & ziccy:
(verse 7)
got ’em christian like i’m again
(hol’ up) count the chickens that i got from hens
jason bourne i’m shootin’ for the ten
i’ll watch you n*ggas snore you sleepin’ bored again
all my n*ggas ford
we rough and tough like men
it’s happy hour can’t afford to lose again
and all my n*ggas focused, got no time for friends

(hook)
(ay) sactown
muf*ckas wanna bring the mac out (uh)
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n*gga, pipe down (uh)
(ay) sactown
muf*ckas wanna bring the mac out
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n*gga, pipe down (uh)

(ay) sactown
muf*ckas wanna bring the mac out (uh)
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n*gga, pipe down (uh)
(ay) sactown
muf*ckas wanna bring the mac out
peter pipe, better pipe down
sit down lil n*gga, pipe down (uh)

- happy hour ile lyrics

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