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Stylin' on Em (Freestyle) Video (MV)




Performed By: Mac Nowitzki
Length: 3:40
Written by: Mac Nowitzki




Mac Nowitzki - Stylin' on Em (Freestyle) Lyrics




Say man y'all already know what it is man, Nawfside's finest nigga
Mac Nowitzki withV not a W
Haaa
I really feel like i don't owe y'all no introduction
Y'all know... Y'all Know... For real...
Mmmmm, Well alright I pull up to da club with my ol bitch
I got these new school boppin bitches sooo sick
And we don't even wait in line we walk thru
And Dey ain't even wanna turn up til I fall thru
Aye aye I'm sober den a muf*cka so I turn my ciroc bottle up and chug chugga
I said I was gone stop smoking but not tonight
And I don't know how long it's gone take me to get it right
My bitch a pimp and ima Mac dats why we get along
See I gave her a little head before I did this song
She hold my pistol while creeping down concord
And she gone let that bitch bop bop if she feeling noid
Aye, aye she smoke weed and she got a job
And she in the driver seat when it's time to rob
I call J Jones he pulling up and a got a Tre' po'd 3 grams of smoke yeah
Dats dat purp you know Im str8 slo'd
Aye on Blocc nigga i does dis f*cked around and gave her hard cock now she love dis.
Dat level train get on rollin bitches jumped aboard
We turn it up yeah str8 like dat and leave em slumped of course
All dis molly and sis liquor got me going dumb
Gotta watch yo shape and move dis weight you know I'm going run
Big Murder Tx da city of plex I'm from nawfghanistan
And I can call my slime from da south and let me handle dat
Four Tre Nine 0 Detroit and Fillmore
Driving in yo bitch you acting foul I bet i still score
Gimme Dab like what's popping dawg what's craccin cuHz
Da whole Beaumont f*ck with me I make dem blow yo guts
I'm square bizness but no kam j
Mmmmm
And I'm on go just go ask DK
Mmmm
Rest In Peace Danielle Marie dat Nina in my holster
RIP dat Eddie G da Nawf & South got closer
See it's a game just gotta learn to play
I know it's real up in dese streets just gotta learn to pray
Thank ya lord!
Baby boy we really miss you and dats on da house
If Dey don't let you Rest In Peace I'm going up in Dey mouth
Scoota Mac was you my homie and Dey took yo life
Lord watch over D-Blocc Tx cuz we ain't living right
See ima preacher to da streets just call me gangsta reverend
And if I die tonight ima Muddaf*ckin Legend !
Blocc Blocc Blocc!
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Say man y'all already know what it is man, Nawfside's finest nigga
Mac Nowitzki withV not a W
Haaa
I really feel like i don't owe y'all no introduction
Y'all know... Y'all Know... For real...
Mmmmm, Well alright I pull up to da club with my ol bitch
I got these new school boppin bitches sooo sick
And we don't even wait in line we walk thru
And Dey ain't even wanna turn up til I fall thru
Aye aye I'm sober den a muf*cka so I turn my ciroc bottle up and chug chugga
I said I was gone stop smoking but not tonight
And I don't know how long it's gone take me to get it right
My bitch a pimp and ima Mac dats why we get along
See I gave her a little head before I did this song
She hold my pistol while creeping down concord
And she gone let that bitch bop bop if she feeling noid
Aye, aye she smoke weed and she got a job
And she in the driver seat when it's time to rob
I call J Jones he pulling up and a got a Tre' po'd 3 grams of smoke yeah
Dats dat purp you know Im str8 slo'd
Aye on Blocc nigga i does dis f*cked around and gave her hard cock now she love dis.
Dat level train get on rollin bitches jumped aboard
We turn it up yeah str8 like dat and leave em slumped of course
All dis molly and sis liquor got me going dumb
Gotta watch yo shape and move dis weight you know I'm going run
Big Murder Tx da city of plex I'm from nawfghanistan
And I can call my slime from da south and let me handle dat
Four Tre Nine 0 Detroit and Fillmore
Driving in yo bitch you acting foul I bet i still score
Gimme Dab like what's popping dawg what's craccin cuHz
Da whole Beaumont f*ck with me I make dem blow yo guts
I'm square bizness but no kam j
Mmmmm
And I'm on go just go ask DK
Mmmm
Rest In Peace Danielle Marie dat Nina in my holster
RIP dat Eddie G da Nawf & South got closer
See it's a game just gotta learn to play
I know it's real up in dese streets just gotta learn to pray
Thank ya lord!
Baby boy we really miss you and dats on da house
If Dey don't let you Rest In Peace I'm going up in Dey mouth
Scoota Mac was you my homie and Dey took yo life
Lord watch over D-Blocc Tx cuz we ain't living right
See ima preacher to da streets just call me gangsta reverend
And if I die tonight ima Muddaf*ckin Legend !
Blocc Blocc Blocc!
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