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Lyrics:
Wacky wit’ the mac in this bitch. Ticky Tacky wit’ the hit lit switch. Bitch I’m crackin’ ya whole vertebrae. I got them B’s brackin’, heard of A? He got the shot that get ‘em like it vodka. If I’m happy cause of the sun, am I poppa? Why so sappy? Cause I done did, a bid so proper. But can always escape, use a cape, glad to. Fly away, music help me sky away. Cry away tears and fears for years. My peers been aggravating, hating and dedicating. To mind they fucking self but for me truly shelf. Hah, I like to use that one. Nah, my mic had enough, done. So, yo, Ticky Tacky, Wicky Wacky. On wit’ the mac, c’mon this shit is back and I’m a.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Ya, my mind so slippery. Fall down a slope, no hope, it that trickery. Dipping be me, ya see from the public. Dick in she, no. Stop the allegations bro. Hah, none but one, my own fucking prank. Ya thought I sucked fucked? I’m a virgin top rank. On Jimmy Fallon I was ballin’, wait I never was. This shit is Wacky just like Mac, cause.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Uh, yeah yeah yeah.
Uh, yeah yeah yeah.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
I Need You.
I Need You.
I Need You.
I Need You.
I Need You.
I Need You.
I Need You.
I Need You.
Fuck me motha fucka.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap