MAKA (Explicit)
Central Cee"MAKA (Explicit)"은(는) Central Cee의 곡입니다, 2026, Pop. 길이는 2:29, 90 lines / 683 words.
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0:00I'm tired drained exhausted knackered
0:02I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered
0:03As long as the money and family's patterned
0:05I don't give a fuck 'cause that's all that matters
0:07Arabic one she a blatant gaffer
0:09But she don't think that I know she a badders
0:10We trap but we should've kicked back been scammers
0:12I seen bro call and wack that baller
0:14On the stove cook rolling stones
0:15But the jack boys cream off her moves like Jagger
0:17Think that I poured up too much Maka'
0:19My belly is bloated I fucked my bladder
0:21Fifty notes got hella red faces making her blush
0:23One touch she's flattered
0:24Please and thank you remember your manners
0:26I don't even live in a crib it's a manor
0:28Alright
0:29Alright between me and them there's a serious gap
0:31I laugh out loud when I hear them brag
0:32I was just like them I was sharing clothes
0:34Me and bro took turns
0:35I'd share with wads like the back of my hand got the area mapped
0:38That was crack cocaine and heroin wraps
0:39It was Cathmore Park where they buried the waps
0:41Now me and them boys got nothin' in common
0:43They can't compare me nothin' ain't similar
0:45Chrome Heart shades on my face
0:46Remember the ones that I teefed from the 3D cinema
0:48Should've went collie and not skipped seminar
0:50Bro pushed weight like cellulite
0:51OT selling like court on sell site
0:53Risk jail time for a cash flow regular
0:55I was only a kid peekin' through the window and I got gassed
0:57When I heard it slap
0:58Go to the club get paid and cut
1:00They buy tables and get burst off yak
1:02Is it worth all of that to get turf by yats?
1:04For me and my batch it don't work like that
1:05What you lot hear don't hurt me
1:07So I make sure when I cheat no words get back
1:08Put them in my shoes
1:09I don't know if them dudes gonna make it through
1:11I don't know if they'll manage
1:12Dressed like skaters
1:13Still got my 'nan Condette when I'm wearing Supreme or Palace
1:16I got beef but I ain't lifting a finger
1:17I make P that can make people vanish
1:19I played FIFA with the fiends in the bando
1:21Shit WiFi had my P'4 lagging
1:22I'm tired drained exhausted knackered
1:24I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered
1:26As long as the money and family's patterned
1:27I don't give a fuck 'cause that's all that matters
1:29Arabic one she a blatant gaffer
1:31But she don't think that I know she a badders
1:33We trap but we should've kicked back been scammers
1:34I seen bro call and wack that baller
1:36On the stove cook rolling stones
1:38But the jack boys cream off her moves like Jagger
1:39Think that I poured up too much Maka' my belly is bloated
1:42I fucked my bladder
1:43Fifty notes got hella red faces making her blush
1:45One touch she's flattered
1:46Please and thank you remember your manners
1:48I don't even live in a crib it's a manor
1:50We got guns and balla
1:52Fine shit came with a friend
1:53I'm not even knowin' which one's badder
1:55Rollin' low it's ski in the Benz
1:57I'm back on the ends I feel like Spragga
1:58T-ten zigs I'm twillin' blems
2:00They don't want that it's filled with cancer
2:02Filled to the brim ain't got no space
2:03I fucked with three but you bought that bag
2:05Her chest too high but she got no waist
2:07Why they watchin' man so much while I'm watchin' gyal?
2:09I don't think they're straight
2:10Lah banged that off make space
2:12He's pushin' his friend like they're havin' a race
2:14P-p-play with suttin' that's safe
2:15The hash is high and so the states
2:17The static's loud and so is the
2:20And so is the bass
2:21DXB I'm flyin' Emirates
2:22He would've turned pack but he got on a plane ha
2:25Cooked in the brain he thought he was bad
2:27Got took for his chain
2:28Bitch
2:28Like a Tucson double-cup tuck
2:29They're askin' "What's that pink lemonade?"
I'm tired drained exhausted knackered I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered As long as the money and family's patterned I don't give a fuck 'cause that's all that matters Arabic one she a blatant gaffer But she don't think that I know she a badders We trap but we should've kicked back been scammers I seen bro call and wack that baller On the stove cook rolling stones But the jack boys cream off her moves like Jagger Think that I poured up too much Maka' My belly is bloated I fucked my bladder Fifty notes got hella red faces making her blush One touch she's flattered Please and thank you remember your manners I don't even live in a crib it's a manor Alright Alright between me and them there's a serious gap I laugh out loud when I hear them brag I was just like them I was sharing clothes Me and bro took turns I'd share with wads like the back of my hand got the area mapped That was crack cocaine and heroin wraps It was Cathmore Park where they buried the waps Now me and them boys got nothin' in common They can't compare me nothin' ain't similar Chrome Heart shades on my face Remember the ones that I teefed from the 3D cinema Should've went collie and not skipped seminar Bro pushed weight like cellulite OT selling like court on sell site Risk jail time for a cash flow regular I was only a kid peekin' through the window and I got gassed When I heard it slap Go to the club get paid and cut They buy tables and get burst off yak Is it worth all of that to get turf by yats? For me and my batch it don't work like that What you lot hear don't hurt me So I make sure when I cheat no words get back Put them in my shoes I don't know if them dudes gonna make it through I don't know if they'll manage Dressed like skaters Still got my 'nan Condette when I'm wearing Supreme or Palace I got beef but I ain't lifting a finger I make P that can make people vanish I played FIFA with the fiends in the bando Shit WiFi had my P'4 lagging I'm tired drained exhausted knackered I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered As long as the money and family's patterned I don't give a fuck 'cause that's all that matters Arabic one she a blatant gaffer But she don't think that I know she a badders We trap but we should've kicked back been scammers I seen bro call and wack that baller On the stove cook rolling stones But the jack boys cream off her moves like Jagger Think that I poured up too much Maka' my belly is bloated I fucked my bladder Fifty notes got hella red faces making her blush One touch she's flattered Please and thank you remember your manners I don't even live in a crib it's a manor We got guns and balla Fine shit came with a friend I'm not even knowin' which one's badder Rollin' low it's ski in the Benz I'm back on the ends I feel like Spragga T-ten zigs I'm twillin' blems They don't want that it's filled with cancer Filled to the brim ain't got no space I fucked with three but you bought that bag Her chest too high but she got no waist Why they watchin' man so much while I'm watchin' gyal? I don't think they're straight Lah banged that off make space He's pushin' his friend like they're havin' a race P-p-play with suttin' that's safe The hash is high and so the states The static's loud and so is the And so is the bass DXB I'm flyin' Emirates He would've turned pack but he got on a plane ha Cooked in the brain he thought he was bad Got took for his chain Bitch Like a Tucson double-cup tuck They're askin' "What's that pink lemonade?"
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