Fenix Flexin - RIP Mac P Dawg
It's Me and Mac PBoy you pussy need a maxi
Bitch 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)
RIP you know I miss you with a passion (with a passion)
Whoever thought they would catch my nigga lackin' (caught 'em lackin)
That my playa, that's my partna (that my partna)
When we found out who done did it we gon drop 'em (ay, ay)
I remember when we was thuggin', we was only kids (only kids)
Ditchin' school, fuckin' bitches, maybe pop a thizz (pop a thizz)
Staying fresher then a mannequin, my nigga did
Never thought I'd ever say it, but my nigga dead (my nigga gone)
Damn I get the chills when I think about it
I sit back and pop a pill when I think about it (think bout it)
This shit make me wanna kill when I think about it (kill)
I don't know I'm fucked up like, "how I go about it?" (How I go about it?)
High school, we was fuckin' they hoes (they hoes)
Fast forward a couple years, we was gettin' this dough (gettin' this dough)
Next thing you know, nigga, we was rockin' them shows (rockin' shows)
Think I need a heater mama, 'cause these streets too cold (whoa)
It's Joshy World Forever
Rest in peace to all my niggas
RIP to all my hittas, ay, ay, ay
Bitch 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)
RIP you know I miss you with a passion (with a passion)
Whoever thought they would catch my nigga lackin' (caught 'em lackin')
That my playa, that's my partna (that's my partna)
When we found out who done did it we gon drop 'em (ay, ay)
2010, we was sippin' on that Bombay (on that Bombay)
Champagne every night, we came a long way (came a long way)
Ay, everywhere I go I'ma miss my nigga (miss my nigga)
Everywhere a nigga go I'ma gRIP that trigga (ay)
What you mean you ain't heard 'bout the president? ('Bout the president)
Mr. Remy by the bottle, counting Benjamin's (countin' Benjamins)
Quick to fuck a nigga bitch and give her back (give her back)
For my nigga, we gon get them niggas back
I love you baby boy, I think we all do (think we all do)
I wish I can book the studio and call you (call you)
We made history, niggas beat the odds (beat the odds)
Got me prayin' everyday, I'm reachin out to God
He told me put the perky's down, so I put 'em down
I wish I can go and turn around ahead of time (it's crazy)
Whoever thought there'd be a time, my nigga be around
Boom, boom, boom, that's for Joshy nigga, lay 'em down (down)
Bitch 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)
RIP you know I miss you with a passion (with a passion)
Whoever thought they would catch my nigga lackin' (caught 'em lackin')
That my playa, that's my partna (that's my partna)
When we found out who done did it we gon drop 'em, nigga (ay, ay)
Written by:
Fenix Rypinski
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