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Woah! SKKRT! SKKRT! Look at me I'm hella cocky Group DM'ing sisters pictures from our orgy It's too late to try and stop me I achieved everything I promised, you see proving is below me Look at me I'm hella cocky I can trust your girl to be there when I'm feeling lonely We in public she ain't tryna keep it lowkey She say she never swallowed but she wanna try it for me (What?) Hundred hundred hundred hundred hundred Models in my house I love to feel outnumbered Your girl is also here if you have wondered She fucks me cause she wants to Good girls don't fuck to get funded Hundred hundred hundred hundred hundred My hand is getting really fucking tired From cashing out on people with opinions You don't have to love me but I'm here making millions! Hundred hundred hundred hundred hundred Models in my house I love to feel outnumbered Your girl is also here if you have wondered She fucks me cause she wants to Good girls don't fuck to get funded Hundred hundred hundred hundred hundred My hand is getting really fucking tired From cashing out on people with opinions You don't have to love me but I'm here making millions! Hundred hundred hundred hundred hundred Models in my house I love to feel outnumbered Your girl is also here if you have wondered She fucks me cause she wants to Good girls don't fuck to get funded Hundred hundred hundred hundred hundred My hand is getting really fucking tired From cashing out on people with opinions You don't have to love me but I'm here making millions!

In the life of a Mack In the life of a Mack (I) swear a bitch will always want some mo' Take a piss, wash my dick, then I'm out the fuckin' do' Stiff one, arm hug, nothin' mushy Gotta jet dick still smellin' like pussy Speed it up, speed it up, speed it up Now I'm lookin' through my nigga' dash tryna find a cigarette Breakfast date with Nicolette, but she got a ho because a nigga blew his last one, I gotta cop and pack some It took a two ... to mack that bitch Nigga, watch and observe my mack antics She ain't, she ain't never seen nothin' like this Two braids, west coast, straight bumpin' like this It was almost 2, I had to go anyway But before I left there was somethin' I had to say Ya daddy rich, huh? Tell 'em that you mess with me Tell 'em that I'm next up, he needa come invest in me Straight makin' that money, straight makin' that money Young playas gettin' raised out here 'N all the chicken-head bitches want to braid my hair Straight takin' that money, straight takin' that money It's all good, no sweat off my back Cause it's just another day in the life of a mack It's almost 3, and I had her waitin' for nothin' So now she cryin' 'n fussin', she think I'm fuckin' 'er cousin I say, "Hold up, can you prove that? Bitch, are you sure? The last time I saw that bitch was back in 2004." She was bad, you can't blame it on shit-since back when Freak-A-Leek was on the radio, 'n shit If I remember correctly, don't ever sweat me Don't think I won't turn yo broken heart into confetti Round 6, got a call from an unknown Musta been some ancient bitches playin' up on my phone Hit the sto' and got a bottle of rum They gave it to me cause they know me, motherfucker, I ain't 21 Had to kill it, feelin' made right now Then went on a drunk mission to my main bitch' house Got some pussy then I passed out Woke up and hit (it) again cause she was sleepy wit her ass out Straight makin' that money, straight makin' that money Young playas gettin' raised out here 'N all the chicken-head bitches want to braid my hair Straight takin' that money, straight takin' that money It's all good, no sweat off my back Cause it's just another day in the life of a mack

Quoi que tu fasses Je ne sais pas ce que ça remplace Et derrière nous C'est encore à l'ombre Faut-il encore qu'on raconte? Que quelque chose nous revienne Faut-il qu'on soit seul sur Terre? Ici aussi Boire pour la soif Je ne sais pas ce qui de nous deux restera Tu dis mais je ne regarde pas Je n'ai jamais vu la mer Mais j'en ai vu des noyés Comment fais-tu pour oublier? Pour oublier Et la pluie qui revient, dans nos voix Pas une chanson où je ne pense à toi Dans ce monde inhabitable Il vaut mieux danser sur les tables À Port Coton, qu'on se revoie Qu'on se revoie Et quoi que je fasse Je ne sais pas ce que ça remplace Et derrière nous C'est encore à l'ombre Aller auprès des phares Et la vie est sans phare À Port Coton, qu'on se revoie Dans ce monde inhabitable Il vaut mieux danser sur les tables À Port Coton, qu'on se revoie Qu'on se revoie