Tempted - Ohh Wee (feat. Mac Dre, Chino & Angel) Lyrics

Let me clear my throat
Yes, yes, yes
We're no longer doing it big
It's gigantic up in this motherf*cka

I definitely got my drones
Mac I
The one that put the P with the I
They don't need no help till I die

I just been pimpin
Face strapped with full glimpse
Gangsta mack boy
F*ck that bullshit

And can't help it
Keep to heaters
Cause I like my shit melted
Back at you sucka

Game hungry
Here's a snack motherf*cka
Spittin' rap lyrics
Hittin' fat dudes

It pays them every visit
That's who it is
Like every day
We caught up late

Always to get paid
To get laid
I'm doin' it every day
I got mine and that's for sure

There ain't no line
I'm speakin' to scrappy
I stay strapped with 059 music
We ain't posed

It's time to go
I got a 2x page
Let's save it
Make it go

It won't go through
It has to
In about 10 kilos
I'm like

It's time to show
Who gives a nigga
That rhythm for cheap
Before gettin' young

I'm preachin' niggas
Me and Carl
See some fun
When I'm dodgin' in traffic

We hit up all sides
Runnin
We like it
Don't even get sloppy

Drugs don't handcuff your hoe
That's where you pose
And get f*cked
We like it

Can't be standin
In the good
With these steady
Pitchin' hustle

Man cheatin' with me
We like it
I'm on pain
And steady

Like the wound
Whoo wee
Whoo wee
I feel a game in place

Kill is what they made
Let's rock gloves on top
Cuz the big boss just paged it
A hundred thousand

Split in four ways
I don't want
Nobody seen
A woman's

Flusted face
Picture with that connection
Got searched
Like the specialists

For why I tap
To the camera
Stripped neck
That's how

We left it
Formal committee
Flats
My boy

They call the cutthroats
Got about
A half a motherf*cker
Gettin' drunk

Actin' a fool
Sippin' on the cowboy
Mix it down with
Crackin' juice

Drivin' to your baby
Mama loose
It hurts
It's too much

Love that
Now I'm gettin' scratched
Go get mexed
I'm f*ckin' your bad

Ain't like you
And I'm gettin' snatched
Just can't fend for
Love in the back

Now I'm on the freeway
It's smashin' city
It's back down
Still hookin' my

Pot in the mag rack
So we can
Pull them back down
Whoo wee

Vehicle sees a run
When I'm dropped
In the traffic
We like

Whoo wee
Can't they stand
Nickelodeon
With the steady picture

Hustlin' back
Cheeto in hand
We like
Whoo wee

Droppin' game on
Brite
Got them hoes
Throwin' pennies

Upstage
Like a whore
Whoo wee
This young M.P

I don't know
It's the pimp in me
They keep it so soft still
I'm like Roald Dahl

Start that
Niggas
And all him
Gon' break moves

Make moves major
Checkin' email
Via my pager
Mack Triz

Drink up
The real man
Pop me up
Kiss him

Pop me up
Kiss him
I just kiss him
Young C.Major

Backed up
The Wiz here
Every other
Three months

I just get up
Back out
Find another
Place to set up

A new spot
No cops
I'll splat
Quarter ice

Hey watch
What do I find
Coca-cola
Green leaves

And that's it
Dance on the ball
Costumes
Make that shit

On pins
I'm like Roald Dahl
Start that
Niggas

And all him
Gon' break moves
Make moves major
Checkin' email

Via my pager
Mack Triz
Drink up
The real man

Pop me up
Kiss him
Pop me up
Kiss him

I just kiss him
Young C.Major
Backed up
Three months

I just kiss him
Coca-cola
Green leaves
And that's it

Dance on the ball
Costumes
Make that shit
On pins

I'm like Roald Dahl
Start that
And that's my dick
Pop off with the lip

Bitch I'll take your chick
I'm the little dude
Known to go half on a slab
Oh yeah

Ask your bitch
I'll stretch
Throut like garaffe