• Mac Dre Songs

Mac Dre Songs

Verse 1 Dream, scheme thats what I tell bitches These punk niggas get pressed like twelve inches I smell stinches, I been in the trenches But they're still staring in my grill like dentures I fuck with Brotha Lynch's and Andre Nickatina's Tote forties, four-fours, tens, and even Nina's I be the cleanest when I step into the arena Committing felonies, fuck some misdimeanors Have you seen her? She ran off renegadin' She tried to juice me, but aint no lemonadin' Or eliminating, I be the last man standing Sharp like Shannon, Rich like Gannon I'm four deep at Brandons, and they aint understanding I do a J.R.