Mack Dizzle - No Luck

Uhh talking to my dog on the
Phone sounds like he's giving up
Told him imma make it to the top
And imma show him love quick sand
Out the mud N**** because all we
Felt was stuck everything was off
The muscle never had no luck
He use to shoot of the dribble
Now that N**** catching bodies
If that's your B**** keep her with
You dog I'll fuck your hotty and
Give her back to dog If my shawty
Ask I don't know nobody you could
Keep the fame N**** I don't need no
Notary it's Mack N**** I ain't looking
For no handouts i'll smack N*****
I don't care what their man bout
Coming in like Costco cuz we were
Handing grams out and head right
Back to my gram's house and for that
I swear to god i'll always love you
Mrs. Gretta I will skip out to see a J
House and whip up the ether man that
S*** was so butter it will stick to the beaker
Break down a bird just whip up a beak-er it's Mack

Written by:
Mack Dizzle

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