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Ladies and gentleman This is macadelic Mother fucker (hahahaha) Ugh I got codeine in my cup You can bet your ass I'm sippin' Groupies fall in love I'm like bitch you must be trippin' I'm just tryna fuck And she just need tuition Why you tryna stunt you need to play your own position Never gave a fuck And nothing I'm change Still roll up them blunts Got diamonds in my chain Yeah you heard me I got diamonds in my chain But it don't make a difference if you cryin' in the rain Two hundred shows, i'ma kill more I just sold out that Fillmore Got a million, make a mil more Play a number one spot on the billboard Yeah people lie Numbers won't Keep me high Judges croak Letras de cancionesGrowing up Pro cup Watch the world go up in smoke I like my music real loud (real loud) Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now) Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low I like my music real loud (real loud) Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now) Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low I'ma get that Grammy soon Fuck your magazine Jordan gonna hear me shoot No fuckin magazine Hammer team, in that packer me Hit a germ, be bangin' in the glass saline When I went to every high school class would be Tryna fuck the female faculty I'ma crazy little fuck good thing my head don't run away I experiment with drugs but I won't ever fuck with yay I just made a million dollars still I think I'm underpaid Fuck with me? kid no way When you meet me, bitches stand up straight Pump out reps Yeah I got reps Tryna talk shit what you think about that? For the pesos, getting bank rolls, i'ma lay low chill, til I let that stack People lie, numbers won't Keep me high, drugs is close Throwin up, pro cup I like my music real loud (real loud) Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now) Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low I like my music real loud (real loud) Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now) Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low From Letras Mania