Mac Dre Early Retirement Lyrics
            [Verse 1]
            I'm doper than a Bobby Brown p___ test
            b____es blow me till they ain't got no spit left
            Do it movin' cause slow n____z get left
            Get left and miss the game like a sick ref
            A quick left and a overhand right
            A fat .44, some doja and a mic
            Are my weapons, of mass destruction
            And detectives know not to ask me nothin'
            I'm silent, I might speak to garlic
            Drink dirty martinis with the Spanish olive
            Garlic and cheese on my french bread
            Swallow it please when I get head
            I'm pimp fed, girls feed me well
            Never would they let the world see me fail
            They bring me mail, like I'm a mailbox
            A pimp with no gators, Air Force and Shell Tops
        
            [Beat Bridge]
        
            [Verse 2]
            Back in the day I used to need the knots
            Posted at the spot I used to bleed the block
            Servin' weed and rocks often even hop
            Never leavin' the spot, wouldn't even leave for cot
            If I needed some cot I made hutch come through
            Go deep when she bend over, hut 1-2
            What you wan do with rude boy like me
            Quick to come through with crew so hyphy
            If she don't like me she must be a lesbo
            I get it nightly, man that's my schedule
            Dre Bledsoe, I'm the quarterback
            Whatever cost the most, I'm a order that
            Across the border strapped my essas
            Come through with fluff from Peru
            I come from a crew
            Of cutthoats, bank robbers, and dope dealers
            It's business with us n____ get out yo feelin's
            Get out yo scrillin's, live like a king
            Take the top off the Heem, pop you a thing
            I don't buss them in half, it leave a nasty taste
            I swallow them hole, and get the Thizz face
            It's laced, with nothin' but game
            I steal them from n____z, that be cuffin' they dame
            I'm f___in' his main, while he gettin' his grind on
            Get bossed, get costed, get paid than I'm gone
            My tone, is loud sometimes
            I scream at a b____, like she a crowd sometimes
            Tell her a thousand times, hoe goe make it happen
            It consequences, if she don't make it happen
            I'm trying to find them b____es, that's dough paper havin'
            Only into one thing that's more paper havin'
            You no paper havin', n____z is bootsy
            All at the function in that Chinamen Gucci
            Tryin' to coochie, you wine and dine chicks
            Goin' for it, fallin' for mind tricks
            I tryin' to find chicks, that know the requirements
            And works towards a pimp's early retirement
        
            [Beat Bridge]
        
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