X-Raided - Macaframa lyrics

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X-Raided - Macaframa lyrics

Next song is Macaframa Yeah... for yall uneducated a** b**hes (f** you hoes) Yeah, yeah, yeah, foever hatin on a n***a thats havin thangs n***a, these type of situations on lockdown, were da real love at? Yeah, yeah.... Ain't no love for them hoes an I'm knowin b**hes only jocking X-Raided cause I be flowin Thats why Im showin 'em love and affection In they silky sections my erections Spitten milky secretions in they directions When you in they presence, they say you king But when you ain't around they clown like you a peasant f** givin the b**hes presents Diamond rings and things of that nature get you p**y fo sho That ho'll date ya and inflate your ego But they got you hero zero fo show for all your actions You went to jail wit no bail an now ain't nothin cracking Bet back when you was free you thought you had a solid female But now you can't even get a visit an' gotta beg for mail Movin lika a snail when you tryin to get her to handle somethin And late at night she got cum drippin out her bellybu*ton That good for nothin b**h is useless for a convict I'm nuttin up on hoez, n***a f** that cum sh** Her cousins on my nuts like a little squirrel An I wouldve been to mack her if she wasn't a little girl But about two months from now that little girl gon turn 18 The number one draft pick on my home team Chorus 2x: Im that gansta you answer to When I say b**h jump then thats whatcha do Im a fast talkin convict, blowin yo mind Im workin macaframalama even if im in da slamma It dont take much to keep yo man happy doing eight months But it ain't no contact visits so you can't touch An county time ain't no joke In Sacramento this sh** will have you mental Cause you can't smoke You be stressed out Hopin that you get yo case Three strikes tryin to wipe out my whole race Now here comes yo wife since you done got your time Saying that she can't hang; b**h is you out yo mind? She got everything you own Vehicle, clothes, even yo home Not a penny on yo' books cause tha b**h is gone They send you to the branch then from there Out to tracy And one of the homies hooked you up with This b**h Stacy Shes white, overweight with bi-focals But she's sending letters wit money orders through the postal You dedicated to love an married her quick to hit that a** On the first conjugal visit she had you cummin hella fast You lost your pretty b**h but you gained a ugly soldier Move over bacon, its time fo sizzleen to take over Cause doing time, it's all about support An the b**h is to come an let you make her p**y for it, tell em short Chorus Now this is fo the homies that got them Nike wearing hoes Ponytails in they hair sportin other b**hes clothes Ruggish, thuggish, raggedy like a Muppet the type that Wakes up in the mornin' put on some sweats an be like f** it n***a don't lie, you know I just detailed yo baby's mama The type of b**h that's even quicker than me to start some drama Like a comma, puttin pauses in yo sentences Y'all can't even get along irreconcilable differences That b**h is famous from so many nameless dicks That penetrated and she's gameless That's how you know shes never been with Raided She's aimless, where is you headed? b**h is you knowin? Gettin on my nerves like my bunkie when hes snorin He needed to leave or get rid of her immediately at this moment An shake her like Jordan does a basketball opponent If you ever fall or take a loss n***a that b**h is gone that lil leech will find another n***a to lean on She's a forty ounce swigga, weed smoker Needin to get that sh** up Her beer belly overlapping, needin to do some sit-ups Shes lazy as can be and'll never make no progress So shake that ho that's all I can suggest, n***a X-raided locc Dott Dogg: Yeah, how do you b**hes out there like that? Funky a** hoez! Good for nothin, runnin out on a motherf**er when times get hard Punk a** b**h! Yeah, Dott Dogg said that, sorry a** beatch! [X-Raided: Beatch!] To all you hoes that fit that description [You know why? Cause I'm workin macaframalama Even if I'm in the slamma. Beatch!] I'm that gansta you answer to When I say b**h jump then thats whatcha do Im a fast talkin convict, blowin yo mind Im workin macaframalama even if I'm in da slamma