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BoomBapMack Video (MV)




Performed By: MackMona
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Rob Phillips
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MackMona - BoomBapMack Lyrics




You say that you down, but I not wit the sickness
She look she took, I be out wit the quickness
Workin her out, but I'm not talkin fitness
Gift n trees, got me feelin like it's christmas
Huh, but it's not tho
It's july lil b**** it's hella hot h**
Aye, I'm dodgin you like potholes
And I'm not comin back till you got dough
Aye, behind my back where they talk though
An I know, but I act like I don't know
Keep a couple things up my sleeve that I don't show
Got sumn small to shoot, ain't talkin gopro
Stay on the move, but on the low low
Moving so god damn fast you need some slow mo
Ill pass on yo thoot, I need a go go
Momo, how I look when she got no dough
Huh, An that's just how I look
Imma villian in the buildin lookin like a crook
Off the shooks right now man I'll leave you shook
I'm in the back of the trap blowin on some cook
Aye, You ask me, you look like a rook
An I'd get on your nook, but honestly man you braindead
Tell me one thing that they ain't said
Ain't worried about this beef you can get fed
You can get fed cause I know ya a** is hungry
I'll turn into ted if I hit a bundy
Not the same lil kid that you met at Mundy
Imma mack named mona, an ill say it bluntly
Im trippin when it's gettin funky
But I'm chillin wit yo b****, an I'm gettin comfy
She comin back like a junkie
But she don't got strips, so it's lookin ugly
It's lookin real bad
We don't even gotta talk, still make you mad
Lose everything I got, still get a bag
Really livin all my raps, man what a drag
Huh, an b**** you a slag
Everyone in the click could have a shag
She like a dealership, boutta give out a hummer
But he couldn't get it up man what a bummer
Huh, chop you like some lumber
Don't like MackMona, well take a number
Turn a square to a fare, now she a runner
Cross me, never wake up from your slumber
B****, is you gettin dumber
It's oh yes is the flesh, hotter then the summer
I'll really give you kicks but I'm not a drummer
Got my foot on they necks now they gotta suffer

An now they gotta suffer
But hold up, it's not a buffer
It's a Mack Named Mona
But this, is a Boom Bap Mack
And I'm out here on the prowl
Just waitin for my attack
Stay smokin on the pack
But no I don't relax
An no I don't kick my feet up
I'm out here on the strip
Witcha b**** boutta reup
Stop mof***** playin wit me b****
Stop playin wit me h**
Matter of fact
Bring them claws
Before you catch these paws b****
It's MackMona
Lemme tell you sum
Stinky h**
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English

You say that you down, but I not wit the sickness
She look she took, I be out wit the quickness
Workin her out, but I'm not talkin fitness
Gift n trees, got me feelin like it's christmas
Huh, but it's not tho
It's july lil b**** it's hella hot h**
Aye, I'm dodgin you like potholes
And I'm not comin back till you got dough
Aye, behind my back where they talk though
An I know, but I act like I don't know
Keep a couple things up my sleeve that I don't show
Got sumn small to shoot, ain't talkin gopro
Stay on the move, but on the low low
Moving so god damn fast you need some slow mo
Ill pass on yo thoot, I need a go go
Momo, how I look when she got no dough
Huh, An that's just how I look
Imma villian in the buildin lookin like a crook
Off the shooks right now man I'll leave you shook
I'm in the back of the trap blowin on some cook
Aye, You ask me, you look like a rook
An I'd get on your nook, but honestly man you braindead
Tell me one thing that they ain't said
Ain't worried about this beef you can get fed
You can get fed cause I know ya a** is hungry
I'll turn into ted if I hit a bundy
Not the same lil kid that you met at Mundy
Imma mack named mona, an ill say it bluntly
Im trippin when it's gettin funky
But I'm chillin wit yo b****, an I'm gettin comfy
She comin back like a junkie
But she don't got strips, so it's lookin ugly
It's lookin real bad
We don't even gotta talk, still make you mad
Lose everything I got, still get a bag
Really livin all my raps, man what a drag
Huh, an b**** you a slag
Everyone in the click could have a shag
She like a dealership, boutta give out a hummer
But he couldn't get it up man what a bummer
Huh, chop you like some lumber
Don't like MackMona, well take a number
Turn a square to a fare, now she a runner
Cross me, never wake up from your slumber
B****, is you gettin dumber
It's oh yes is the flesh, hotter then the summer
I'll really give you kicks but I'm not a drummer
Got my foot on they necks now they gotta suffer

An now they gotta suffer
But hold up, it's not a buffer
It's a Mack Named Mona
But this, is a Boom Bap Mack
And I'm out here on the prowl
Just waitin for my attack
Stay smokin on the pack
But no I don't relax
An no I don't kick my feet up
I'm out here on the strip
Witcha b**** boutta reup
Stop mof***** playin wit me b****
Stop playin wit me h**
Matter of fact
Bring them claws
Before you catch these paws b****
It's MackMona
Lemme tell you sum
Stinky h**
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Writer: Rob Phillips
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