
Mack Down Tyga (Ft. Juicy J)
"Mack Down" by Tyga featuring Juicy J is a hip-hop track released in 2017. The song explores themes of partying, wealth, and confidence, showcasing a carefree lifestyle. It features heavy bass and catchy hooks typical of club anthems. The collaboration emphasizes camaraderie in the rap scene, contributing to its cultural appeal. #HipHop

[Chorus: Tyga]
I say hush little baby baby, gotta lay my mack down
One real nigga bitches know my background
Bring me all, all hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, bitch I lay my mack down
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Sippin' on some sizzurp, chilling with some white bitches
Cause they richer bitches, run the game
Pitch it, I'm a catcher
I'm a pimp up under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
Shut the fuck up, start undressin
I ain't Usher, stop confessin bitch
Tools in the air, five dukes of that
Old Cadillac shit, tire on the back
For the whoopty woop woop, ass superfat
I'm ahead of these niggas, I skipped a beat; Heart Attack
Tuck your diamonds in, I'm shining, what I blind you in
No time to eat for you, I call that Ramadan a rapper shit
You like a virgin to the money, call that that Madonna shit
T-sacchi when I'm dressing, stepping on them speaking bitch
[Chorus: Tyga]
I say hush little baby baby, gotta lay my mack down
One real n* bitches know my background
Bring me all, all hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, bitch I lay my mack down
I say hush little baby baby, gotta lay my mack down
One real nigga bitches know my background
Bring me all, all hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, bitch I lay my mack down
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Sippin' on some sizzurp, chilling with some white bitches
Cause they richer bitches, run the game
Pitch it, I'm a catcher
I'm a pimp up under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
Shut the fuck up, start undressin
I ain't Usher, stop confessin bitch
Tools in the air, five dukes of that
Old Cadillac shit, tire on the back
For the whoopty woop woop, ass superfat
I'm ahead of these niggas, I skipped a beat; Heart Attack
Tuck your diamonds in, I'm shining, what I blind you in
No time to eat for you, I call that Ramadan a rapper shit
You like a virgin to the money, call that that Madonna shit
T-sacchi when I'm dressing, stepping on them speaking bitch
[Chorus: Tyga]
I say hush little baby baby, gotta lay my mack down
One real n* bitches know my background
Bring me all, all hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, bitch I lay my mack down
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