Immackulate, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Chorus: Deloney]
Black excellence, that’s immackulate
I’ma mack your b*tch, that’s immackulate
My fabrics are fabulous, that’s immackulate
You’s a has-been, past-tense, below average

[Post-Chorus: Deloney]
I’m in love with myself
I don’t need no drugs
Geeked up on myself

Never underestimate the sauce
I’ll mack your b*tch, throwin’ hella shade and salt
A real mack pay the estimated costs
Never hate the loss, re-up and generate the guap

[Verse: Premo Rice]
Go
“Mr. Rice, please don’t steal my wife” (Steal my wife)
I’ma film her, make her [?] start tonight
It’s a movie, b*tch, look at me, this that POV (POV)
Yeah, you love him, but this di*k is what you need (What you need)
Huh, f*ck you rough, what’s up with that butt? (With that butt)
I’m goin’ soft, b*tch, you gon’ need to get me up (Get me up)
Huh, eat you up, what the f*ck you thought? (f*ck you thought)
That’s for selective b*tches, know that you ain’t boss (You ain’t boss)
b*tch, you lost, you got next (Hey)
Got these chickens wet up off my ‘Gram, that’s cybersex (Sex)
I’ma put these drugs up in you when I hit the stroke (Stroke)
Get you mad addictive, baby, make you overdose
Get them cheeks up high (High) for the most fly (Fly)
b*tch, I’m cross-country with this pimpin’, no lie (Nah)
Hoe, I’m out of sight, swerve in a Blueberry ‘Vette (Swerve)
Might just drop the top and pimp a b*tch on Sunset
[Chorus: Premo Rice & Deloney]
Now, that’s immackulate
Black excellence, that’s immackulate
Well, I’ma mack your b*tch
I’ma mack your b*tch, that’s immackulate
My fabrics are fabulous, that’s immackulate
You’s a has-been, past-tense, below average

[Post-Chorus: Deloney]
I’m in love with myself
I don’t need no drugs
Geeked up on myself

Never underestimate the sauce
I’ll mack your b*tch, throwin’ hella shade and salt
A real mack pay the estimated costs
Never hate the loss, re-up and generate the guap