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Mako Cash - Damn Lyrics



Mako Cash - Damn Lyrics




(Hold on, yea, aye)
(Cut me up a little bit)
(Yuh aiight)

(Yuh hold on yea)
No nigga I ain't freestylin' for free
(Who these niggas is) the f*ckin police
Mako nigga I stay ridin the beat
Call yo bitch and now she ridin the meat
Told that boy yea it's a fee for a feat'
She suckin' like a dollar vacuum on seats
Told that hoe to back up, back up from me
Don't do nun but stack up, stack up the cheese

Bad bitch I'm in her mouth like Aleve
Only gone trip bout the green
I'm on the road
Real nigga move by the code
I like all my bitches mean

Won't never fold
I ain't the nigga who told
Spinnin' yo block I patrol
I'm in control
Took yo' hoe out for the night I can't promise that she comin' home

I move alone
Get that bitch lit off my songs
Rippin' shit I'm in my zone
Swear 4 the zone
I got sticks like Al Capone
Copy me niggas some clones

(Ugh ugh)
(OKAY)

I took yo bae on a vacay'
Yo ass got mad cuz she stayed late (Ugh)
Eat on yo face with an A.K. uh
No, I don't f*ck with the Nay say
Don't f*ck with niggas K.K.K
Like old Atlanta aye bay bay uh

Shoot a nigga down like a mayday
Know when I see you its payday
Don't play I gave it until the fifth

If you ain't my lady I'm real stiff
All I be making is real chips

I up my shit and you will dip
You easy to cut, snip snip
Ain't easy to trust, real deal
Imma keep it a buck nigga real real

Ain't pushin' up 'less I get the backend first
Real down to earth nigga came from the dirt
Pull up in a drop-top, leave 'em in a hearse
You gon hear a "pop pop" nigga need a nurse
I don't make kids music imma curse
Get on a beat and I play with the words
Get on yo knees and do what I prefer

Other niggas in the back and I'm first
Cover niggas really wack its absurd
Have my brother get you whacked for a third
I ain't trippin' I be high like a bird
You ain't listen when I said keep it 'mert
Wanted to play with the boy, he murked
I gotta thing for making niggas shirts
It ain't take me nun to get in her skirt
Wanna race or sum? boy I can (Skrt)

(Hold on I ain't done)

Look imma do it how I do it when I do it
Nigga tried me now he goin' through it
Gotta A320 yea I flew it
Lookin' for love bitch ian cupid (Stupid)
Charge over a hundred for a feature
Walk it how I talk it might as well be a Preacher
Say a lot of shit but it don't mean that imma keep her

(Oh shit I'm trippin', trippin' trippin')
Look, get on a beat drop a bomb like a lotus
Said you was born with the drip bitch you stole this
Niggas that flex be the brokest I'm in some shit
You cant afford rollin' in a Black focus (Ugh)

You actin' like you a G
I'm on yo hoe, yea she sucks like flea
I'm in a drop-top don't need a key
You gotta stock Glock pop like some grease

Nigga a weirdo like Sti
Soon as the money slow she wanna leave
Said we was bros, you fold like a crease
Look all the flexin' and cap gotta cease

My jeans be heavy, my pockets obese
Dubbin' you when she with me she a freak
F*ckin' with me now yo hat got a leak
Have yo ass duckin', you hide and I seek

I got yo hoe yea she light like a bleach stain
I'm on a beat kickin' shit like I'm Liu Kang
I'm in the street and won't shit ever damn change
I got the heat imma come with the damn flames
(Yuh, oh shit)

(Damn, alright don't cut it, Ya aye)
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(Hold on, yea, aye)
(Cut me up a little bit)
(Yuh aiight)

(Yuh hold on yea)
No nigga I ain't freestylin' for free
(Who these niggas is) the f*ckin police
Mako nigga I stay ridin the beat
Call yo bitch and now she ridin the meat
Told that boy yea it's a fee for a feat'
She suckin' like a dollar vacuum on seats
Told that hoe to back up, back up from me
Don't do nun but stack up, stack up the cheese

Bad bitch I'm in her mouth like Aleve
Only gone trip bout the green
I'm on the road
Real nigga move by the code
I like all my bitches mean

Won't never fold
I ain't the nigga who told
Spinnin' yo block I patrol
I'm in control
Took yo' hoe out for the night I can't promise that she comin' home

I move alone
Get that bitch lit off my songs
Rippin' shit I'm in my zone
Swear 4 the zone
I got sticks like Al Capone
Copy me niggas some clones

(Ugh ugh)
(OKAY)

I took yo bae on a vacay'
Yo ass got mad cuz she stayed late (Ugh)
Eat on yo face with an A.K. uh
No, I don't f*ck with the Nay say
Don't f*ck with niggas K.K.K
Like old Atlanta aye bay bay uh

Shoot a nigga down like a mayday
Know when I see you its payday
Don't play I gave it until the fifth

If you ain't my lady I'm real stiff
All I be making is real chips

I up my shit and you will dip
You easy to cut, snip snip
Ain't easy to trust, real deal
Imma keep it a buck nigga real real

Ain't pushin' up 'less I get the backend first
Real down to earth nigga came from the dirt
Pull up in a drop-top, leave 'em in a hearse
You gon hear a "pop pop" nigga need a nurse
I don't make kids music imma curse
Get on a beat and I play with the words
Get on yo knees and do what I prefer

Other niggas in the back and I'm first
Cover niggas really wack its absurd
Have my brother get you whacked for a third
I ain't trippin' I be high like a bird
You ain't listen when I said keep it 'mert
Wanted to play with the boy, he murked
I gotta thing for making niggas shirts
It ain't take me nun to get in her skirt
Wanna race or sum? boy I can (Skrt)

(Hold on I ain't done)

Look imma do it how I do it when I do it
Nigga tried me now he goin' through it
Gotta A320 yea I flew it
Lookin' for love bitch ian cupid (Stupid)
Charge over a hundred for a feature
Walk it how I talk it might as well be a Preacher
Say a lot of shit but it don't mean that imma keep her

(Oh shit I'm trippin', trippin' trippin')
Look, get on a beat drop a bomb like a lotus
Said you was born with the drip bitch you stole this
Niggas that flex be the brokest I'm in some shit
You cant afford rollin' in a Black focus (Ugh)

You actin' like you a G
I'm on yo hoe, yea she sucks like flea
I'm in a drop-top don't need a key
You gotta stock Glock pop like some grease

Nigga a weirdo like Sti
Soon as the money slow she wanna leave
Said we was bros, you fold like a crease
Look all the flexin' and cap gotta cease

My jeans be heavy, my pockets obese
Dubbin' you when she with me she a freak
F*ckin' with me now yo hat got a leak
Have yo ass duckin', you hide and I seek

I got yo hoe yea she light like a bleach stain
I'm on a beat kickin' shit like I'm Liu Kang
I'm in the street and won't shit ever damn change
I got the heat imma come with the damn flames
(Yuh, oh shit)

(Damn, alright don't cut it, Ya aye)
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Writer: Jordan Miller
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