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I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac Them Apples don’t grow on trees I want a Mac laptop, packaging so posh Fits like a glove in that tiny little white box Pretty as a picture but it ain’t all show At 8 Ram deep I be running logic pro To make my own beats dad Keep me off the streets dad An xbox, would even take a back seat So please give me a job so I can stack that paper ‘Cause this is major I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac So I can make my own beats I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac Them Apples don’t grow on trees Yo I’m saving for a laptop and looking for some work 5 bucks an hour and I’m willing to serve Ain’t no job to UG, L to the Y I’d do almost anything to make that Macbook fly Yo I’ll teach you to cross it over Then play chess all day with roses I’ll take whatever you think is fair Letras de cancionesDad, I’d even braid Marley's hair I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac So I can make my own beats I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac Them Apples don’t grow on trees I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac So I can make my own beats I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac Something that can Jesus bring I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac So I can make my own beats I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac Them Apples don’t grow on trees I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac So I can make my own beats I want a Mac, I want a Mac, daddy, I need a Mac Something that can Jesus bring So you really want a Mac son? Yea, sir Use it for the people You mean we got that soul side From Letras Mania