Slade Da Monsta - Macaroni (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Mali Smith] Mask up, you don't know who shoot sh** be soaking wet, I call your hoe chicken noodle soup Just know what she do, she do the crew then she gone f** with you Once you cuff a hoe that sh** forever then she stuck with you I don't want your girl and that's a fact, that's a f**ing fact Cheese in my pocket with the extra macaroni mac n***a what's your hood and what you claim? You a f**ing lame Middle finger up, I give a f** about none of that You up in here dolo n***a show me where your shooters at I be smoking sour sour sour and that tookah pack Only wanna ride a n***a dick cause she don't do the back So i'm with her moms and now i'm f**ing with that cougar cat All that sh** you talking online what you gonna do? All my dogs down for the ride like they Scooby Doo Turned his housewife into a hoe and a groupie too Tried to warn a brother but these carrots got her Looney Toons Sound like I be stirring macaroni it be sticky guu All I see is white up on the sheets like it was sticky glue Ass out the bikini when she step in that jacuzzi pool Just cause we was f**ing don't be meaning that I f** with you [Verse 2: Mali Smith] f** 32, I got 33's Keep a 30 K right by my side like i'm GMGB And she down to buss and she rider she a f**ing G I call you Amira all these n***as call you Mira B I don't really gotta say a word for a bird to fly Twitter thugs really have a bird aiming at your eye In your girl phone she was f**ing with another guy Might be a coincidence that I might be that other guy Probably was my wife cause we done f**ed her then we let her fly You a mark so I will burn at them Other Guys Then I turned and ask her, baby girl you know who the sh**? Only one reply and she be screaming out it's Mali Smith [Verse 3: Matthew Ali] For my n***as you get hurt, hit you with the MAC Put you on the shirt or in the dirt Yeah I took the beat put it in the hearse For the dough, yeah that sh** come first And a n***a really got your b**h Treat her like a uzi i'm a let her squirt Oh god! All this ice got me feeling like the winter n***a RIP to Ice, man you know we never slipping Got the Lean On Me n***a so they call me Bill Withers n***as used to pay admission now we really in the building Used to call Sammy just to let a n***a in Now a n***a making bands just to hit the mic and sing And I let that chopper ring, like I didn't wanna talk I just hit the beat and walk My face say f** all of y'all Still riding Uptown like a n***a don't got beef n***as they don't want no static, all they b**hes I done had em' n***a you know i'm Webster Ave'ing, I be riding hood to hood now Putting on for Queens like that sh** was Maplewood now Shout Zola, Putt & Nala Got me chasing all this guala So you know I gotta get it So you know i'm never slipping POWER gang on the mission Cooking dope in the kitchen And I got my n***as whipping Do the dash when i'm whipping Do the dash out the crib RIP Paul Walker My dick she was all on it Shawty want it in the morning She told me you was boring She told me this when we was boning She call me when she horny That p**y sound like macaroni aye