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m.a.c (macandchee$e) - rich brux lyrics

[rich brux verse]

strait mac wit the cheese
hadda craft no noodles in or near my bakery
not my problem wasn’t me
i ain’t guilty
i got problems to be cleaned
need a dollar guala fiend
f-ck a charge i’m off the scene
with my mac an my cheese
skirt skeet
cooling in a jeep
ya i’m fuming at the teeth
with a little bit tree and a pint of hennessy
missing yops because they turned to enemies
i dun went into a different me
they ain listen till i started missing messages
making money not jus gettin lit with little kids
lippin riddlin
buy the whole world wit da benjamin’s
when i run em in
call me rich i been stuffing up my pockets now they big
like the turkey that my momma made the day we thank an give
f-ckin thank her for the gift that she gave me just to live

she always made me cheese wit the mac
an the mac wit the cheese came when i hit the trap
f-ck a tag
imma buy it off da rack
cause the cheddar gettin fat
even went and bought a mac
noodle n-gg-s know i’m strapped

[hook x2]
yeah mac wit the cheese
cheese wit the mac issa mac wit the cheese

[s.i.m verse]
b-tch i got the mac and i also got the cheese
smack a forty down while i’m puffin on the weed
o.g no seed
smokin til my throat bleeds
choking on the dope trees
cold like the colorado snow breeze
h-e please
i always finger a b-tch with a gold ring
i’m rocking all designer finer that the f-ckin vvs
i was born in april so put diamonds in my nest
birthstone b-tch
gotta use that knowledge
i’m a rapper now you can pay your way to college
uzi in my backpack
pack full of loud
my lunch money lookin bigger than a milly now
first cl-ss living and ya actin like a clown
you’re crusty and your musty an you work a nine to five
b-tch i got the mac an the cheese in my ride
i got the blue cheese an i’m talkin benjamins
so clap your f-ckin hands for franklin gentalmen

i ain f-ckin with you snakes cause you’re f-ckin venemous
i got a strict diet so leave it to the beef
i also got a side of the mac an the cheese
hundreds on my whip an a hundred on my wrist
iced up diamonds dancing like a snowflake
baking up that heat and i’m cooking up that cheesesteak
earthquake flow when i start to shake it up
fifty h-es in here and they all naked bruh

- rich brux lyrics

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