Big Mac Sauce
I was just in a cell plotting on how to get a cell
Now I'm on the phone with the plug bout the bells
Drive these bitches crazy I ain't even got a L's
No more fucken loses we ain't no L's
Put your poker face on what that mean no tells
Put a bag on the chopper we don't leave no shells
No hand to hand bitch you might be twelve
I don't know you you can get it in the mail
Made a promise to myself I ain't going back to jail
Don't do deals with the devil I ain't trynna go to hell
Pray before eat the pussy like the last supper
No more slipping in the job ice road trucker
Plug called say it's bout to be a cold summer
High quality plus we got a low number
Run off in the plug we gone kill the road runner
Pay the fukn plug and you make more money
Don't it make sense to you mother fucken dummies
I just made a mill off mother fucken gummies
And all this shit started off of two fukn onions
Now the weed stankin like a bus full of bunions
Thick yellow bitch nasty attitude she a funion
I'm a young thug baby meet me at the London
Almost broke the bed she was trynna go monkey
She addicted to the dick so I treat her like a junkie
I ain't being rude baby I'm just being honest
I'm all in her jawline like a orthodontist
Dripping Big Mac sauce on a bitch McDonald's
Heard you a clown in the streets like Ronald
All the hoes saying you a duck like Donald
All your ass missing is a too pay
You a mama said ass nigga Bobby Bushce
Trying to play both sides call that nigga two face
Get a nigga top twisted off call em screw face
All my bitches call me daddy like I'm blue face
Going Bentley on the beat this that mulsanne
I just took it off road and made a new lane
I'm the same ol ass nigga in a new game
You can call me Big Daddy I just bought a new cane
Anybody want smoke I gotta a new strain
Every week nigga never been a weak nigga
Got my mama ears so you know I hear the sneak dissing
Chopper for the beef listen close you'll hear the meat sizzling
Better get your mind right always get my time right
Or they gone be singing that same ol song...
I can't believe this nigga gone
He done tried the wrong one got his ass sent home
Now I'm on the phone with the plug bout the bells
Drive these bitches crazy I ain't even got a L's
No more fucken loses we ain't no L's
Put your poker face on what that mean no tells
Put a bag on the chopper we don't leave no shells
No hand to hand bitch you might be twelve
I don't know you you can get it in the mail
Made a promise to myself I ain't going back to jail
Don't do deals with the devil I ain't trynna go to hell
Pray before eat the pussy like the last supper
No more slipping in the job ice road trucker
Plug called say it's bout to be a cold summer
High quality plus we got a low number
Run off in the plug we gone kill the road runner
Pay the fukn plug and you make more money
Don't it make sense to you mother fucken dummies
I just made a mill off mother fucken gummies
And all this shit started off of two fukn onions
Now the weed stankin like a bus full of bunions
Thick yellow bitch nasty attitude she a funion
I'm a young thug baby meet me at the London
Almost broke the bed she was trynna go monkey
She addicted to the dick so I treat her like a junkie
I ain't being rude baby I'm just being honest
I'm all in her jawline like a orthodontist
Dripping Big Mac sauce on a bitch McDonald's
Heard you a clown in the streets like Ronald
All the hoes saying you a duck like Donald
All your ass missing is a too pay
You a mama said ass nigga Bobby Bushce
Trying to play both sides call that nigga two face
Get a nigga top twisted off call em screw face
All my bitches call me daddy like I'm blue face
Going Bentley on the beat this that mulsanne
I just took it off road and made a new lane
I'm the same ol ass nigga in a new game
You can call me Big Daddy I just bought a new cane
Anybody want smoke I gotta a new strain
Every week nigga never been a weak nigga
Got my mama ears so you know I hear the sneak dissing
Chopper for the beef listen close you'll hear the meat sizzling
Better get your mind right always get my time right
Or they gone be singing that same ol song...
I can't believe this nigga gone
He done tried the wrong one got his ass sent home
Credits
Writer(s): Comelle Longefusse
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