No Slack In My Mack song by Lil Ugly Mane from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Gangsta Rap, Rap, Experimental Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
No Slack In My Mack Meaning
| [[Intro] Yeah, motherfucker, Lil Ugly Mane in this bitch Mr. Whoa Whoa, I see you Let’s get this money, motherfucker Chocolate Milk, you heard me? [Verse 1] I got a lot of profits in my pocket I can throw them to the sky if you bitches care to drop it I’m cocky, switch the topic, chop the rocks up in the projects Treat your pussies like they’re objects, you can never stop the progress Powder and some vegetables Trap game exceptional Commas and some decimals Leaking out my gastrointestinal Bitch, I’m a professional Bitch, I am invincible X-Men guns, catch me looking like the Sentinel Flamethrower fire make a player melt Steady keep the product moving quick like a conveyor belt You can’t save yourself Praying for your saviors help I’mma straight flay you and display you on my favorite shelf Ugly Mane yeah you see the chain Yeah you see them hoes flock to me say my name I’m in that Chevy thing slinging banging run the game You can’t even see me fuckboy, we are not the same , [Pre-Chorus] I’m fly (Why’s that?) I got money (Why’s that?) There ain’t no slack in my mack Got guns (Got guns) Got bread (Got bread) There ain’t no slack in my mack [Chorus] No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money , [Verse 2] I’ll play you mad motherfuckers I keep it Eddie Murphy Laying in the hood, yeah I’m dying where they birthed me Ima gobble up these goblins and these goons like they’re turkey I’m spitting out their bones in my Patron, Lord have mercy Swag like nicotine, can’t get enough Plus I’m bad for your health boy I’m dangerous stuff Lungs full of smoke and a bag full of guts Not the innards of a Dutch just a bag full of guts (Okay) Balling on my mind—Kareem Abdulla oblongata Polo, Louie V., and Prada Anything to get inside her Call my chopper easy-rider Call my dick the equalizer Call my phone I’m the supplier Call my bluff I’m not a liar You’re the liar when you’re lying on your back With a bullet in your head thinking back on all that whack shit you said You can never retract cause you’re dead I’m ripping you to shreds Ugly Mane is not right in the head [Pre-Chorus] I’m fly (Why’s that?) I got money (Why’s that?) There ain’t no slack in my mack Got guns (Got guns) Got bread (Got bread) There ain’t no slack in my mack , [Chorus] No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money No slack in my mack Get the money] |
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