M Dot Brando - Put It on My Life

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Yeah yeah
Who's fly like me mommy roll the dice (Dice) 
Let me show you how to bust them eleven's twice (Twice)
Mommy blow the dice (Dice) sip Hennessy with ice (Ice)
I'm a mac baby greasy like Miami vice (Ha ha)
M Dot Brando been to Miami twice (Two times)
Because I love have them chicks skate in bras and tights (Ha ha)
I've been to Broadway yeah I turned off the lights 
In Frisco a love to party with them sexy dykes 
I spit that hot shit it mouth spitters full of that block shit
Club shit freak shit drug shit I run shit
Thug shit player shit gangster shit r and b
Something for you bitches because they all want to fuck with me (Yes)
See me with the stunners I wear them Valentino's (Yes)
Ask them sexy rippers in Reno how I spend c notes (Yes)
You ain’t got to ask I'm charging five double zeroes (Yes)
Eyes full of death you suckers don't want to reload (Na)
The best is in your presence I spit flows at people (Yeah)
I fuck with the Latins and roll with Filipinos (Ok)
Players that will break this bread and sip the vino (What)
I put it on my life I'm hustling just like a d boy (Yes)
The best is in your presence I spit flows at people (Yeah)
I fucks with the blacks and jug with all my chinos (Ok)
Players that will break this bread and sip the vino (What)
I put it on my life I'm hustling just like a d boy (Yes)
Yeah yeah
East Coast West Coast and the dirty South (South)
Let me show all you players what it's all about (Yeah)
It's that word of mouth (Mouth) I got all the clout (Yeah)
Matter of fact tell your chick to come serve me mouth (Mouth)
It's that m d o to the t (T) from that West s f to the c (C)
With that m a c to the j (J) representing that t b c (C)
Formerly known as TXP (P) you got beef then holler at me (Me)
My games on I'm doing my thing (thing) what you bitches know about me (Me)
I'm getting money I'm doing it (Ok) pushing oz's I'm moving it
On the boards I be screwing it (Ok) quantizing and tuning it
At the clubs they be cool with it (Ok) DJ's know how we doing it
Drinking smoking and hollering (Ok) ladies no we ain’t new to this
Yeah see lately I've had the flavor 
Ladies they love to cater since eighty I've been a player (Yes)
Listen up home boy I am the mayor (Yes)
It's me Mac J and my tool I call the sprayer
The best is in your presence I spit flows at people (Yeah)
I fuck with the latins and roll with Filipinos (Ok)
Players that will break this bread and sip the vino (What)
I put it on my life I'm hustling just like a d boy (Yes)
The best is in your presence I spit flows at people (Yeah)
I fucks with the blacks and jug with all my chinos (Ok)
Players that will break this bread and sip the vino (What)
I put it on my life I'm hustling just like a d boy (Yes)
If I go then I go (Go) the good die young (Young)
But for now I'm a spit bars and charge five hund'
It's a business we run (Run) the bills got to get paid 
Why you think ladies love to save Mar and Mac J
Beat Cellar click the sound is too thick keyboards and mic spits is how we do it
My vocab is sick your vocab is fixed 
The whole sound is fresh you can't touch my mix
They call me the magician illusionist bar spitter
With my fingers on the buttons I cut it up like scissors
If you want some holler because dollars get me richer
If you're broke then a bottle of henny is my liquor
I don't even got to flow we can let the be go
Mac J press play let the whole globe know
We them West Coast artist hungry but never starving 
Taking out the trash you other sucker's is garbage
The best is in your presence I spit flows at people (Yeah)
I fuck with the Latins and roll with Filipinos (Ok)
Players that will break this bread and sip the vino (What)
I put it on my life I'm hustling just like a d boy (Yes)
The best is in your presence I spit flows at people (Yeah)
I fucks with the blacks and jug with all my chinos (Ok)
Players that will break this bread and sip the vino (What)
I put it on my life I'm hustling just like a d boy (Yes)
Yeah
It's m d o to the t baby 
M Dot Brando mayne the real M Dot
Reppin' that Golden Gate ten years straight 
Ten years in the making mayne
Been waiting in line for my shine
Yaw better respect me homie
Yeah
Beat Cellar is the clique 
It's time to eat
Yeah

Written by:
MARLON BECERRA, RENAN JAY MARANAN

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