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Whoop
 Whoop
 Ladies and gentlemen
 This is Macadelic
 You motherfucker, hahahaha
 Uh, I got codeine in my cup, you can bet your ass I'm sippin'
 Groupies fall in love, I'm like, "Bitch, you must be trippin'"
 I'm just tryna fuck and she just need tuition
 Why you tryna stunt? You need to play your own position
 Never gave a fuck, yeah, nothin' 'bout me changed
 Still roll up them blunts, got diamonds in my chain, haha
 Yeah, you heard me, I got diamonds in my chain
 And it don't make a difference if you cryin' in the rain
 200 shows, I'ma kill more, I just sold out that Fillmore
 Got a million, make a mill' more, then a number one spot on the Billboard
 Yeah, people lie, numbers won't, keep me high, drugs is close
 Roll one up, pour a cup, watch the world go up in smoke
 I like my music real loud, real loud
 Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?
 Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes
 If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low
 I like my music real loud, real loud
 Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?
 Here she comes, there she goes, never chasin' after hoes
 If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low (argh)
 I'ma get that Grammy soon, fuck your magazine
 Jordan gonna hand me shoes, still fuck your magazine
 Hammer team in that pack with me, hear the Jerm beat banging, with a glass of lean
 When I went to every high school class would be tryna fuck the female faculty
 I'm a crazy little fucker, think my head done ran away
 I experiment with drugs, but I won't ever fuck with yay'
 I just made a million dollars, still I think I'm underpaid
 Fuck with me? Kid no way, when you meet me, bitch stand up straight
 Pump out raps, yeah, I got raps, tryna talk shit, what you think about that?
 For the pesos, getting bankroll, I'ma lay low, chill, 'til I let that stack
 Yeah, people lie, numbers won't, keep me high, drugs is close
 Roll one up, pour a cup, watch the world go up in smoke
 I like my music real loud, real loud
 Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?
 Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes
 If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low
 I like my music real loud, real loud
 Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?
 Here she comes, there she goes, never chasin' after hoes
 If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low
 

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Duration
02:50
Key
1
Tempo
140 BPM

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