My Macks (Pimp Version)

I'm a mack lil mama, I don't need no introduction But put your hands behind your back Let me pat it, pat, pat What you working with, I wonder what you got, got, got Let me blow it, bitch I like my pussy hot, hot I'm a yes motherfucker, and your a not The flyest peter pan, you the dirty pot We f*ck at 10:30' o clock, on the dot Any later alligator, see you when it drop Down to the floor, like when niggas shooting You gotta hit the door bitch, if I don't see some ass moving for real, chyuh! This goes out to the motherfuckin' mack's We ain't worried about them hating ass niggas in the back Okay, okay, okay, chyuh! Ten piece spicy, Strawberry Ice tea, I see when she walks right pass me I been peeped the nice feet, already fly to meet you, I'm slim by the way, K actually- Vaughn, you can call me, it don't matter But is it rude to say I peeped the ass getting fatter? The cheeks remind me of your nigga face, can I slap her? After, a good glass of the Chardonnay And pardon the player, he ain't here to play I'm just trying to slay her, and hand her to Sway I must be the greatest, if he be the great And I, excuse the haters, I pay em' to hate This goes out to the motherfuckin' mack's We ain't worried about them hating ass niggas in the back