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Mercedes lyrics Camoflauge lyrics Mac Wooo look. All them soldiers, put them rags up, ya heard me? Cause it's going down No Limit style, feel it. Mac/(Mercedes) All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high) All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high) Mercedes Camoflauge bitch, Mercedes, ever for I bitch You don't wanna try bitch, quick to ride or die bitch Don't underestimate me cause I make the B's hate me Make me jump all out my character, forget I was a lady Sexing and shady, got more game then the average nigga All about my cabbage nigga cause I gots to have it nigga Give it up, cause my girls don't give a fuck, we come through like nigga what We split you up with choppers, them motherfuckin core stoppers Only fuck with soldiers, them thug niggas that be down to ride And I got look (click) for all them haters wanna die You ride for me, I ride for you, I put that on the tank My platinum LP's, my Benz and my bank Mac/(Mercedes) All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high) All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high) Mac The motherfuckin Assassin, seven three O seven seven I first laid it down at the age of Mac eleven If I ever slack up that's when they kill me But I never let you bitches steal me, on the for real we In it for long paper, lyrical hits from skyscrapers You'll need a million fake niggas to break us I got my soldier with me and I got my sniper with me My murderer, him specialize in taking out your kidneys Infinitely, you shoot me down bitch, I'll be back in my ghost Wooo, I like my rappers with some egg and some toast And I'm fully loaded, the only way papa taught me to tote it One in the chamber, cause if I'm walking into danger Mac's a dunk it, you know I get full of funky with these niggas Whether it's microphones or it's triggers If I die tonight tell God to bury my words and resurrect 'em So niggas in the next life can check 'em Mac/(Mercedes) All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high) All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high) Sam Never say die, that's the attitude, nigga, do what we have to do I'm a soulja, it's the Magnolia that I'm adding to We hustle when it's hot, this grind got bout nine niggas on it Come through and you goin find niggas on it Bout five in the morning or three in the evening Cross the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving 'em bleeding We responded to war with automatics spit rapid Pumping drugs or smokin it, both of 'em habits My click attack it, on the streets or on stages Our fingers on triggers and our triggers on gauges Flipping niggas like pages, get it straight from the start Fuck a vest, you want me, aim straight for the heart Don't miss cause that's they ass if a nigga don't hit Camoflauge, never die, nigga, fuck that shit We come eqipped with thugs, all black, all strapped Fuck around Uptown and get killed with your own gat Mac/(Mercedes) All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high) All my camoflauge niggas, raise 'em high (And all my camoflauge bitches, raise 'em high) Mac Wooo, and it's real. 1999, ya heard me? Macadon, Mercedes, my nigga Sam. Camoflauge off in this bitch. No Limit Soldiers. Other Mercedes lyrics: It's Your Thing lyrics Pussy lyrics Talk 2 Me lyrics Kiss da Cat lyrics Do You Wanna Ride? lyrics Niggas Ain't Shit lyrics Bonnie and Clyde lyrics Pony Ride lyrics Candlelight and Champagne lyrics Stop Playing on My Phone lyrics Hush lyrics Crazy Bout Ya lyrics My Love lyrics Free Game lyrics Chillin' lyrics I'm Down lyrics You're the Only One lyrics I Can Tell lyrics Hit Em lyrics What You Need lyrics I Need a Thug lyrics Talk Dirty to the DJ's lyrics |