Mclovin!
(Percocet, you want one)
(I know how to get this bitch jumpin)
(I know how to get this bitch jumpin)
I know how to get this bitch jumpin
Fake I.D., McLovin (Aye, yo)
Allergic to these niggas, egg mcmuffin (Aye, yo)
Police ask me shit and I ain't said nothing
Man I couldn't even tell you
Man I couldn't even tell you
Couldn't even tell you, man I couldn't even tell you
Couldn't even tell you, man I couldn't even tell you
Y'all niggas is pussy, feel like Earl cuz I could smell you
Niggas used to hit me up for paraphernalia
Hammer on me when I screw this bitch, cuz I just nailed it
If she get her phone taken, I might just email her
Leather getting fucked up, I might just hit up my tailor
Consuming this green spinach, like Popeye the Sailor
When I'm on tour, I might just get head in the trailer
I been 58 for life, ain't never been a traitor
I know niggas from Las Vegas, I know niggas from Decatur
I know bitches that are rollers, I know niggas that are skaters
I just avoid negativity, disassociate from haters
I'mma TKO niggas, call me Jesse Taylor
And I'm EFC and I got 6 up in the chamber
If I ever loved a thot it took a lot for me to save her
Shoutout to my boy Olajuwon he out there with them Gators
PSA, Eddie can't do no more favors
I got all types of bud, different strains different flavors
I know how to get this bitch jumpin
Used to fake a I.D., McLovin
Eddie Franco he turned up, nothing into something
With them all black forces, niggas always up to something
But really I be chillin cuz I know my money be coming
If I really did some shit I wouldn't wear those when I'm running
I know how to get this bitch jumpin
Fake I.D., McLovin
Allergic to these niggas, egg mcmuffin
Police ask me shit and nigga I ain't said nothing
Man I couldn't even tell you
Man I couldn't even tell you
Couldn't even tell you, man I couldn't even tell you
Couldn't even tell you, man I couldn't even tell you
Y'all niggas is pussy, feel like Earl cuz I could smell you
(Wait, you changed your name to McLovin)
(Yeah)
(McLovin? What kind of a stupid name is that Fogell)
(What are you tryna be, an Irish R&B singer)
(You fucked up Eddie)
(I know how to get this bitch jumpin)
(I know how to get this bitch jumpin)
I know how to get this bitch jumpin
Fake I.D., McLovin (Aye, yo)
Allergic to these niggas, egg mcmuffin (Aye, yo)
Police ask me shit and I ain't said nothing
Man I couldn't even tell you
Man I couldn't even tell you
Couldn't even tell you, man I couldn't even tell you
Couldn't even tell you, man I couldn't even tell you
Y'all niggas is pussy, feel like Earl cuz I could smell you
Niggas used to hit me up for paraphernalia
Hammer on me when I screw this bitch, cuz I just nailed it
If she get her phone taken, I might just email her
Leather getting fucked up, I might just hit up my tailor
Consuming this green spinach, like Popeye the Sailor
When I'm on tour, I might just get head in the trailer
I been 58 for life, ain't never been a traitor
I know niggas from Las Vegas, I know niggas from Decatur
I know bitches that are rollers, I know niggas that are skaters
I just avoid negativity, disassociate from haters
I'mma TKO niggas, call me Jesse Taylor
And I'm EFC and I got 6 up in the chamber
If I ever loved a thot it took a lot for me to save her
Shoutout to my boy Olajuwon he out there with them Gators
PSA, Eddie can't do no more favors
I got all types of bud, different strains different flavors
I know how to get this bitch jumpin
Used to fake a I.D., McLovin
Eddie Franco he turned up, nothing into something
With them all black forces, niggas always up to something
But really I be chillin cuz I know my money be coming
If I really did some shit I wouldn't wear those when I'm running
I know how to get this bitch jumpin
Fake I.D., McLovin
Allergic to these niggas, egg mcmuffin
Police ask me shit and nigga I ain't said nothing
Man I couldn't even tell you
Man I couldn't even tell you
Couldn't even tell you, man I couldn't even tell you
Couldn't even tell you, man I couldn't even tell you
Y'all niggas is pussy, feel like Earl cuz I could smell you
(Wait, you changed your name to McLovin)
(Yeah)
(McLovin? What kind of a stupid name is that Fogell)
(What are you tryna be, an Irish R&B singer)
(You fucked up Eddie)
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Writer(s): Edgar Charles, Vi
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