Reggie Prime - Mac White lyrics

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Reggie Prime - Mac White lyrics

(Hook) 1882 in my bucket Coolin like it ain't nothin Got a accent like I'm southern Blow cali like I whip cutla** I know this ain't what you used to baby... Got designer off in my luggage Crew mobbin deep and we stuntin Bank statement on Buffet And I know you can't get enough of it I know this ain't what you used to baby... (Verse 1) First thing we the flyest here and the highest here and I'm draped in the finest gear Wouldn't say I'm a player but the sh** I whisper in her ear you'd prolly pay a lot to hear Like what's good boo what you finna get into Figured We could get a drink or two Or three or four Or maybe more And we ain't gotta Brandon Rush neither we can Pace it slow that's just basics though She said I like your sense of humor so I'll tell you what You can hit me on My cellular Like Kim Basinger that's the real number I ain't finna play witcha Cool I got plans plus a couple grams, 5th of Henn in hand Hop up in my max, sit back and relax while I max Doing 95 on 95, get to DC while its live Head down U-Street she indulge mixing drinks with Marlee in Indulg Footz on set, slide thru Marvins after the set She like "Is this Adams Morgan?" I said nah just the Captain Morgan Take her to the rooftop, talking like she tryna make her boots knock Used to resort to my n***as odyssey, now I got a room via Smoot at the Colony 329 with the gla** shower, birthday suit on Hightower Met the plug then plugged in my cellular, bout 30 mins later I was nailing her (Hook) 1882 in my bucket Coolin like it ain't nothin Got a accent like I'm southern Blow cali like I whip cutla** I know this ain't what you used to baby... Got designer off in my luggage Crew mobbin deep and we stuntin Bank statement on Buffet And I know you can't get enough of it I know this ain't what you used to baby... (Verse 2) Lemme paint another picture for ya Down Georgetown in the foyer with the Hoyas Told her I got more hits than Tony Roycester, with the glove on treat it like I'm De La Hoya And after my performance I should bow for her Now she wanna talk rings like Balfour But I'm just Blowing O's cause that's the only vowel for her But I told her baby hit my phone and we can chill on the weekend And when you come thru don't forget them Vickie Secrets Cathedral II oh that was you? she said I heard it too Well lemme sit next you we ain't be introduced might put you on a interlude or maybe in the nude Said you ever had s** on the beach, she laughed and asked "Sex or the drink?" Now she giving me top in the morning like top of the morning She play the charm on my arm in the city like I went to Coppin or Morgan And she flawless, f**in with the fresh prince of Prince George's Look summer baby summertime crazy girls change with the season I'm James Avery Pulling strings like B.B. King playin Ukulele With a pair of Laneys in the Oval Office next to Kevin Spacey Don't that sound like I run sh**? When your n***a f** don't he cum quick? Ain't you tired of that dumb sh**?