C.M.L. - BORN TO MACK lyrics
[C.M.L. - BORN TO MACK lyrics]
Yo, I'm hotter than some pepper
This chess, not checkers
Met her ass Centerfold
And gave that bitch a lecture
I was all over that bitch like a sweater
I swear to God these niggas
Drier than a desert broke ass nigga
Better get your shit together
Ain't nobody fucking with me
Ain't nobody better
I'm hard on that bitch boy
You softer than a feather
I only read hoes, I don't read love letters
I don't need your name
I call all my bitches Heather
Stars in the ceiling
I'm a Rolls-Royce stepper
All she want to do is
Give a heavyweight pleasure
That bitch was a faggot
So a heavyweight left her
My last bitch bad, but my new bitch wetter
I'm good on my own
But with you I look better
She told me she was hungry
So a heavyweight fed her
The hoe that you chasing
Watch this heavyweight get her
Up and down the motherfucking
Track in this Wraith
Bitch in the back, with that pretty ass face
I be all in her grill like mace
Why the fuck these niggas hate?
I'm great, I don't cupcake
The only time she hear from me
On my lunch break
I'm having too much money bitch
I need another safe
My shit overflowing, I ain't got enough space
Hoe I see you peeking
It's time to start speaking
I'm so rich niggas tell they
Bitches that I'm cheating
Choose up with Hank
Over here bitch we feasting
Or you can stay up over there with him
And keep sleeping
Bitches pay attention, I be pimping
I be preaching
Bitches see me winning while you
Simping and you sneaking
These diamonds in my mouth got me grinning
Got me cheesing ain't no secrets
I'm with all my bitches in the meeting
Talking through the wire
Hoe I think I'm Kanye
All up in Vivid pimping, me and Shaun J
Pocket full of blues
Looking like some Bombay
Bitch I'm your daddy, fuck what your mom say
Louis V sneakers hoe, they cost me 'bout 12
I go so hard bitch, I know I'm going to hell
Bitch I got rich just sitting up in jail
Talking on my iPhone, sitting in my cell
Then I came home, and got bigger than a whale
Them people on my trail
Trying to hit me with a nail
I got a million dollars
Still couldn't make bail
I told her stop writing me
'cause she couldn't even spell
Bitch I'm a motherfucking pimp and I'm proud
I'm tired of these broke
Ass niggas talking loud
Looking like a damn fool
Faking for the crowd
With that ugly ass bitch
Looking like a reptile
Ugly ass bitch look madder when she smile
Bitch I do some pimping
Hoe you better check my file
Them beat up ass UGGs on
You really not my style
And go and fix your hair
'cause you ain't did it in a while
This chess, not checkers
Met her ass Centerfold
And gave that bitch a lecture
I was all over that bitch like a sweater
I swear to God these niggas
Drier than a desert broke ass nigga
Better get your shit together
Ain't nobody fucking with me
Ain't nobody better
I'm hard on that bitch boy
You softer than a feather
I only read hoes, I don't read love letters
I don't need your name
I call all my bitches Heather
Stars in the ceiling
I'm a Rolls-Royce stepper
All she want to do is
Give a heavyweight pleasure
That bitch was a faggot
So a heavyweight left her
My last bitch bad, but my new bitch wetter
I'm good on my own
But with you I look better
She told me she was hungry
So a heavyweight fed her
The hoe that you chasing
Watch this heavyweight get her
Up and down the motherfucking
Track in this Wraith
Bitch in the back, with that pretty ass face
I be all in her grill like mace
Why the fuck these niggas hate?
I'm great, I don't cupcake
The only time she hear from me
On my lunch break
I'm having too much money bitch
I need another safe
My shit overflowing, I ain't got enough space
Hoe I see you peeking
It's time to start speaking
I'm so rich niggas tell they
Bitches that I'm cheating
Choose up with Hank
Over here bitch we feasting
Or you can stay up over there with him
And keep sleeping
Bitches pay attention, I be pimping
I be preaching
Bitches see me winning while you
Simping and you sneaking
These diamonds in my mouth got me grinning
Got me cheesing ain't no secrets
I'm with all my bitches in the meeting
Talking through the wire
Hoe I think I'm Kanye
All up in Vivid pimping, me and Shaun J
Pocket full of blues
Looking like some Bombay
Bitch I'm your daddy, fuck what your mom say
Louis V sneakers hoe, they cost me 'bout 12
I go so hard bitch, I know I'm going to hell
Bitch I got rich just sitting up in jail
Talking on my iPhone, sitting in my cell
Then I came home, and got bigger than a whale
Them people on my trail
Trying to hit me with a nail
I got a million dollars
Still couldn't make bail
I told her stop writing me
'cause she couldn't even spell
Bitch I'm a motherfucking pimp and I'm proud
I'm tired of these broke
Ass niggas talking loud
Looking like a damn fool
Faking for the crowd
With that ugly ass bitch
Looking like a reptile
Ugly ass bitch look madder when she smile
Bitch I do some pimping
Hoe you better check my file
Them beat up ass UGGs on
You really not my style
And go and fix your hair
'cause you ain't did it in a while