Big Mac

I got big fat pussy in my lap that's my cat
When I get up on these tracks just like him I'm gon' black
I don't make no room for hoes and you'll never catch me lacking
Look if you got a problem I do math bitch what's happening
You ain't seen calculus like this
Pretty women on my tip and they got a lot of bad ways
They try their hardest to hide them
They stay armed and dangerous just like two of my limbs
You don't want shit to pop off every ending gon' be grim
I live in a city where nobody here is a stranger to heat
I love when my bitches go get other bitches and bring them to me
Baby I turn you into a G
You got potential it's easy to see
We make a band they make a tweet
You make her mad I make her freak
I'll have her soul by the end of the week

Big macking fuck a small fry
I'm like Makaveli I need all eyes
Bitch I'm big macking fuck a small fry
I'm like Makaveli I need all eyes

Stupid hoe I keep it pimping I don't falter
She pick up on the first ring if I'm the one who called her
I'm never getting walked down for I'm the one they crawl to
I'm solid baby you know how I'm rocking like Gibraltar
Can't nobody tear me down or build me up I'm the one
Ain't no two-timing me your time is done
Might not be this second but your time will come
We could've put together our differences to make a sum
I hope you comfy being a bum
Everybody over here only fuck with top tier
Told you that I was a dog can't you see the cropped ears
We might do the same thing trust me we are not peers
You barely hit the first shift bitch I stay in top gear

Big macking fuck a small fry
I'm like Makaveli I need all eyes
Bitch I'm big macking fuck a small fry
I'm like Makaveli I need all eyes



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Writer(s): Garry Don Jr Richardson
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