RIP Mac P Dawg lyrics

by

Fenix Flexin


[Intro]
It's me and Mac P
Boy you pus*y, need a maxi?
(F-f-f*ck the other sh*t, we got Milo on the beats)

[Chorus]
b*tch, you see me gettin' fresh like I'm Mac P (Like I'm Mac P)
Probably smokin' on some good like I'm Mac P (Like I'm Mac P)
Probably chillin' in the hood like I'm Mac P (Like I'm Mac P)
That's my baby, that's my dawg, forever lasting (That my baby)
R.I.P, you know I miss you wit' a passion (Wit' a passion)
Whoever thought they would catch my n*gga lackin' (Caught em lackin')
That's my playa', that's my partna (That's my partna)
When we find out who done did it, we gon' drop 'em (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1]
I remember we was thuggin', we was only kids (Only kids)
Ditchin' school, f*ckin' b*tches, maybe poppin thizz (Maybe poppin' thizz)
Stayin' fresher then a mannequin, my n*gga did
Never thought I'd ever say it, but my n*gga dead (My n*gga gone)
Damn, I get the chills when I think about it (Chills)
I sit back and pop a pill when I think about it (Pill)
This sh*t make me wanna kill when I think about it (Kill)
I don't know, I'm f*cked up, like how I go about it? (How I go about it?)
High school, we was f*ckin' they hoes (They hoes)
Fast forward a couple years, we was gettin' this dough (Gettin this dough)
Next thing you know, n*gga, we was rockin' them shows (Shows)
Think I need a heater mama, 'cause these streets too cold (Woah)
It's Joshy World forever
Rest In Peace to all my n*ggas
R.I.P to all my hittas
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
b*tch, you see me gettin' fresh like I'm Mac P (Like I'm Mac P)
Probably smokin' on some good like I'm Mac P (Like I'm Mac P)
Probably chillin' in the hood like I'm Mac P (Like I'm Mac P)
That's my baby, that's my dawg, forever lasting (That my baby)
R.I.P, you know I miss you wit' a passion (Wit' a passion)
Whoever thought they would catch my n*gga lackin' (Caught em lackin')
That's my playa', that's my partna (That's my partna)
When we find out who done did it, we gon' drop 'em (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
2010, we was sippin' on that Bombay (On that Bombay)
Champagne every night, we came a long way (Came a long way)
Ayy, everywhere I go, I'ma miss my n*gga (I'ma miss 'em)
Everywhere a n*gga go, I'ma grip that trigga (Ayy)
What you mean you ain't heard bout the president?
Mr. Remy by the bottle, countin' Benjamin's (Countin' Benjamins)
Quick to f*ck a n*gga b*tch and give 'er back (Give 'er back)
For my n*gga, we gon' get them n*ggas back (Boom, boom)
I love you, baby boy, I think we all do (We all do)
I wish I can book the studio and call you (Call you)
We made history, n*ggas beat the odds (Beat the odds)
Got me prayin' everyday, I'm reachin' out to God (Out to God)
Told me put the perky's down, so I put 'em down (Put 'em down)
I wish I can go and turn around the hands of time (This sh*t crazy)
Whoever thought there'd be a time my n*gga be around
Boom, boom, boom, that's for Joshy we gon', lay 'em down (Down)
[Chorus]
b*tch, you see me gettin' fresh like I'm Mac P (Like I'm Mac P)
Probably smokin' on some good like I'm Mac P (Like I'm Mac P)
Probably chillin' in the hood like I'm Mac P (Like I'm Mac P)
That's my baby, that's my dawg, forever lasting (That my baby)
R.I.P, you know I miss you wit' a passion (Wit' a passion)
Whoever thought they would catch my n*gga lackin' (Caught em lackin')
That's my playa', that's my partna (That's my partna)
When we find out who done did it, we gon' drop 'em (Ayy, ayy)
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