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Letra de: Lame Saturated : Mac Dre

ALBUM   Al Boo Boo
TEMA   Lame Saturated
AUTOR   Mac Dre

Letra De Lame Saturated

[Verse 1:]

Dre dips more whips than the man on Grand Theft Auto

Catch me in five hundred sedan S model

Killer whale on my tail trying to catch and follow

But Dres ghost get ghost, I scram press throttle

Give a damn spending grands me and my mans be at the grotto

Trying to steal a rich Lucy from a Ricky Ricardo

Fuck a wife I want a hoe that look like Nelly Furtado

To take me skiing in Aspen Colorado

Cash in like the Lotto then pass me the bottle

Cause they know live life lav is my motto

This is not the Apollo I don't care if you like me

I'm Gucci, Louie nigga read these Nike's

Mac Dres gets hyphy, cop trees from Mikey

I'm a viking always striking, never hyphy I'm doing my thing

Fresh clothes from the dry clean, and my bling shine like high beam

I'm a eighteen wheeler, nigga I'm realer

So I can steal her, peal her, and drill her

I'm the dope rhyme dealer

Bust like a nine milla got hoes in Chowchilla

Cutt throatettes, cause my hoes are realer

My hoes are stealer's, boosters, and pick pockets

Get profit and prey for pimp profits

Trick stop it before I take it there

Quit while your ahead you'll never make it player

[Chorus:]

Man this games been bladed, its lame saturated

I don't know how these cats made it

They must be all related

Your making things complicated

You need your mic hand amputated

I can't be faded this games been bladed, it's lame saturated

I don't know how these cats done made

They must be all related they making things complicated

You need your mic hand amputated

[Verse 2:]

I can't be faded you Macs done ran out of words

I spit predicates, pronouns, a! nd adver bs

Everybody talking about copping birds

You ever cop four pounds of white widow from a nerd

Your game is to the curb might got to conserve

No flavor you lack herbs

Your not seasoned like honky food

Your not funky dude, your beats ain't bumping dude

Its fools like you the give the game a bad name

You beach cruiser loser, stay in the bike lane

Or get ran over, found bent over

You can't be a rapper, you be to damn sober

Your yogurt passed the expiration date

Got no work no cash and you perpetrate

Come on cut it out, I stay high and blunted out

Unraveled and gutted out

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