Dope Mack - This Sum Dope Mack Shit Lyrics

This Sum Dope Mack Shit
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Yeah This Sum Dope Mack Shit
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Cooking in the pot nigga hot porridge (Ahh, HOT)
You'on really love me shawty cut the bullshit (Stop It)
You think I just begun come and see my storage (Wow)
Nigga got gems man this shit getting horrid
What the f*ck a nigga talking bout the gas I'm flooring
Running laps up on the track I got endurance
Must've jammed the space bar I got stuck recording (What the)
Bitches still mad I just steady ignored dem (My bad)
Now I'm on the rise
Look how time flies (SHEEESH)
We just getting money
Really in my prime (Yeaaah)
Really got no time (Naaah)
I ain't into cuffing but I always keep a dime (Ahhhhh)
Pull up to the crib just to f*ck a couple times
(Hmmmmm)
Nah, I'm just playing (Man, come on)
Cut the bullshit
Wake up and Thank my God and den I'm going in (AMEN)
Yes I'm back at, yes I'm back again (OK)
Told her wasn't gone be no party unless she brought her friend
(Well damn, what that mean)
That's coo I'ma count the Benjamins then
I just came to win
Hell na we can't pretend (Bye)
Humble for my blessings
I knew it wasn't gone end (Shine)
Everything all started working out in the plans (Plan)
Every since a youngin
Knew I was gone be a da man
Hunnid of these bitches
I'm always the bad guy (But)
You need me I'm the last Jedi
That's prolly why a nigga never had a valentine (Cause)
Cause a nigga vision kinda tunnel I got the red eye
I came to vandalize
(Cooking in the pot)
(Cooking in the pot)
Cooking in the pot nigga hot porridge (Ahh, HOT)
You'on really love me shawty cut the bullshit (Stop It)
You think I just begun come and see my storage (Wow)
Nigga got gems man this shit getting horrid (What the)
F*ck allat talking man the bag important (You see)
I ain't even tripping I'm only dropping portions
Hell, I got so much heat I could burn a fortress
Got a vivid ass vision a nigga painting portraits
Hell yea, we taking off
Gone to the moon
Sky is the limit like hot air balloons (Ahhh)
I ain't with the fluke fake shit cause I'm immune (Nah, watchout)
She eat it up with no hands that's how she consume
Take my bitch out to Cancun (Thick)
Rolling up woods she taking shots of Malibu (Aye man)
That would be coo yeah thats my type of mood (Say man)
Don't you be tripping now she going looney tunes (What's up Doc)