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blunt to my lips (pat flow) - mac critter lyrics

[intro]
yeah, for real, for real (d*mn, money, fire this up)
on god, p*ssy, yeah
for real, for real
yeah, yeah (juice me up, oj)

[chorus]
blunt to my lips, pocket full of crips
switch on my, finna put fifty on my grip
bag full of pills, these b*tches love purp’
i love syrup, that p*ssy fat, it need some [?]
these n*ggas ain’t street, need to go into church
back there in the church and they friends on shirts
put they friends on shirts
i keep some sauce, you want you some work?
i keep some powder, you want you some work?
keep spinnin’ for hours, they bitin’ the dirt
with the switch in the fire if i see you go to work
we made the opps movе off*turf

[verse]
she wanna f*ck
b*tch, that’s a no
i want a big blue bankroll
forevеr crackin’ fours
n*gga trust in hoes
n*gga trust in b*tches
forgettin’ about that [?]
forever on [?], i’ma spin on you b*tches
[?] boy action, get hit up with [?]
i’ve been focused my name, [?] you b*tches
i press play, press the b*tton on you b*tches
pull up in some [?] with a whole lot of switches
i keep one of the prettiest lil’ b*tches
i keep a pretty lil’ b*tch with the moves
she couldn’t eat beef so she eatin’ screw (god)
that p*ssy wet like a pool
she know i ain’t lackin’, know i keep the tool (switch)
i ain’t leavin’ without this chopper, i ain’t leavin’ without this switch
these hoes f*ck a n*gga for the clout
that’s why i f*ck and i cancel the b*tch
i know i’m rich and handsome, lil’ b*tch
i put that boy in a pamper, lil’ b*tch
that boy walk with a sh*t bag
me and my ho talk, we talk a lot of bags
that ho thick to the head with a lot of class
i like to grip on that fat ass
the city know we puttin’ n*ggas in body bags
they know me and double 0 got a lot of bags
they know me and junior b got a lot of racks
i keep ecstacy, perc, it’s part of that
you takin’ pictures right there, you know we target that
you know we shoot where they party at
i got a ho, love the act’, where the molly at?
i got a b, love a, where the percs at?
i’ma break a b*tch, ho, where your purse at?
spin on the 7, i make ’em regurgitate
7.62 made the car [?]
i know i’ma hit sh*t, you won’t get far
i keep the act’ in a bah*bah
i keep the wock’ in a bah*bah
she like to f*ck in my car
d*ck in your bih, call me papa
b*tch, you ain’t nothin’
everybody been f*ckin’
he diss critter, he pluckin’
7.62 his m*ffin
[chorus]
blunt to my lips, pocket full of crips
switch on my, finna put fifty on my grip
bag full of pills, these b*tches love purp’
i love syrup, that p*ssy fat, it need some [?]
these n*ggas ain’t street, need to go into church
back there in the church and they friends on shirts
put they friends on shirts
i keep some sauce, you want you some work?
i keep some powder, you want you some work?
keep spinnin for hours, they bitin’ the dirt
with the switch in the fire if i see you go to work
we made the opps move off*turf

- mac critter lyrics

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