Yogy – Mackin' & Hangin' Lyrics

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Lamborghini dreams, swear it's in that boxers reach, crash and burn for the shit I've earned, ain't official we don't even speak, peep, repeat after Me, if it don't make sense, where you won't find me, on the road I'm on no credit just cheese, Just G,s like the belt that wrap these jeans, u smoke? Well enjoy this kush..
Middle figure to the world like it's porn I push, so fuck em, go hard, shoot stars, go large keep truckin, be careful of the bitches you cuff, same hoes bring them niggas that a bang you up, bang bang everything you worked for gone, So i stick to it man it won't be long, so say my name name name, roll call, we gon let them niggas hate, and get to money at a NASCAR rate, fast can bet yo last, can never see myself back broke no cast, bet against me Nigga that's yo ass, but best believe I'm so built to last, but never settle for last, I shoot shoot shoot for the top, with no roof on a drop, can't wait till I cop, boy I'm dope like coke in the pot, don't miss this, off privilege, swear this life fit me like tetris, gifted like christmas damn a Nigga feeling so festive on they bitch ass, laugh now, cry later, but we gon buzz like sky pager, and run with the ish that God gave us, and pray for position hope God aid us, now we all livin, never fall victim of the fakes or the snakes or the false that we all witness now my niggas just mackin' and hangin', dope shit we slang it, each and every track we hop on, we fuck around & slay it, pow pow we kill em, now bow down to princes, nah bump we kings, with lamborginni dreams so pass the keys, vroom vroom look up at my tail lights, hit the gas until we out these haters eye site, out they tax group, doing the shit they can't do, and live for now, now make it pound yea

Mind on cloud 9, baby don't kill my high, On my sleeve I wear my pride, I'm just at the table tryna tryna chow down, swag or style either way tell all these hoes u know I'm on it, what's good? This grind other then that nigga I can't call it I, make no time for the bullshit, I leave that shit to the cowboys, on my fly on my fresh on my cool shit, long as im alive movin, mogulin, bidness baby, Yogy in this shit to win it baby, captain I sink or swim with the ship, that real rap shit my heart is a nitch, dreams of pushing 640 horses on the slab, and as a past niggas who said I'd lose I look laugh, & while they mad, I just stunt and act a ass, and buy rozay just to pour it for the ones who passed, easy to hate, harder to love, funny thing is, we don't give a fuck tell niggas so what, to all my brothers that rock I got us, keep my head to the sky don't worry bout mines, how yo pockets over there look, only man in the mirror I trust, all faith cause there ain't no in luck so I'm just out here mackin and hangin

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