Lev Berlak - Me Damac lyrics

[Hook] Here's a little something about me damac I like the low cut jeans where you can see the crack Get drunk off the priv, the heem, the yak Then drink a double shot, to bring me back I'm from where you never see a seed in a sack The bay boy and Dre boy is bringing it back I'm "handlin suffa", what's the meaning of that? You'll never see a n***a that's as clean as the Mac [Verse 1:] Call me Mr. Kleenex, I'm so cold Icy wrists like I've been making snow cones What's up homes? What size them rims is? Twenty-two mother f**ing inches Seats big as benches, I never touch wrenches The only work I do, is working these b**hes My palm itches, that means money Have you ever seen bling, bling when it ain't sunny? This ain't funny, they can't slow me down Big bad wolf can't blow me down Every bad b**h, want to blow me now Oh you know me now? oh you my homie now? I get dumb, stewy in your face Hop out the Benz with the Louis briefcase Cheapskate? f** the price You ain't really cool if you ain't got ice [Hook] [Verse 2] Dre get whip shipped fresh off the dock A mafia type, drink scotch on the rocks The weed man love me, I cop quarter pops Do a donut on the cops, f** the shocks, make the car hop Shake me locks on the hoes jock I make them robots, they bring me swoll' knots I bring them show knocks, boy Dre spit heaters Four door mob shots, don't f** with two seaters I f** with two heaters, identical twins When I ain't feelin' the hen man I'm k**in' the gin Rhyme stealin' again, dime stealin' again Stab the blood out a n***a like I'm still in the pen Uhh, Elvis ex-b f** her if she s**y, f** with Num and Yuk f** with Quinn and Messy C-R-E-S-T, the bay I'm mappin' this n***as start slappin' this, ASAP-alis [Hook] [Verse 3] Man there go the police, I'm not trippin' I'm too legit to quit and I'm squeaky clean pimpin' If they see me when I'm dippin' I got "El Debarges" And a square b**h with me, to the take the charges I'm fly as I partridge, keep a extra cartridge Down like linoleum, rugs and carpets When I park it, uhh, the Benz rims still spin On Market and O'Ferrell, I still pimp You still rent? I got 4 paid for It's Mac Dre-goes, taking your pesos Cause I like gravy on my potatoes Rap and break hoes, is how my day goes On fire like Dego, I'm out of control And like KC cheese, I'm on a roll I'm on a roll like the Greyhound bus The hoes hound us and always surround us The Adam's Mark suite, is where they found us It's home run hits, no flies or groundas [Hook]