paroles de chanson Professional - Mak11 feat. Eeynjay
Imma
do
my
thang,
bitch
they
know
that
Never
lose
a
game,
shit
that's
no
cap
I
go
too
insane,
I
can't
hold
back
I
can't
move
the
same
as
these
slow
cats
Thought
they
knew
the
name,
it's
a
known
fact
Walk
into
the
place,
they
get
blown
back
Shots
right
to
his
face
cuz
he
a
mole
rat
God
gon
give
him
grace,
now
where
the
pole
at
I
remember
popping
pills,
but
I
ain't
have
prescriptions
I
ain't
ever
got
a
deal,
but
I
stay
mad
persistent
Had
to
flex
on
y'all
for
real,
they
hate
on
Mak
consistent
They
can't
catch
the
ball
I
kill
they
game,
I'm
damn
proficient
Yes
I'm
professional,
the
pressure
never
press
me
bro
Another
echelon,
I'm
destined
for
the
best
you
know
Can't
fuck
with
messy
hoes,
ain't
stressing
they
get
left
alone
So
what
I'm
lesser
known,
ain't
resting
cuz
I'm
next
to
blow
I'm
smoking
medical,
my
focus
is
incredible
My
foes
identical,
they
broke
I'm
thinking
skeptical
They
code
unethical,
got
hold
of
them
with
tentacles
They
so
detestable,
can't
doze
off
on
them
decimals
Want
a
Rolie
bezel
flooded
frozen
like
some
vegetables
All
I
know
is
get
this
money
wrote
it
on
my
schedule
Follow
code
keep
shit
a
hunnit
hoe
I'm
so
exceptional
Got
it
so
damn
lit
it's
jumping
sorta
like
a
festival
I'm
highly
intellectual,
she
grinding
getting
sexual
They
dive
in
my
direction
cuz
they
dying
for
attention
bro
My
grind
is
unquestionable,
these
guys
so
impressionable
My
style
unobjectionable,
they
highly
disreputable
I
remember
popping
pills,
but
I
ain't
have
prescriptions
I
ain't
ever
got
a
deal,
but
I
stay
mad
persistent
Had
to
flex
on
y'all
for
real,
they
hate
on
Mak
consistent
They
can't
catch
the
ball
I
kill
they
game,
I'm
damn
proficient
Yes
I'm
professional,
the
pressure
never
press
me
bro
Another
echelon,
I'm
destined
for
the
best
you
know
Can't
fuck
with
messy
hoes,
ain't
stressing
they
get
left
alone
So
what
I'm
lesser
known,
ain't
resting
cuz
I'm
next
to
blow
All
about
my
mula,
let's
keep
it
professional
I
be
rapping,
y'all
be
capping,
let's
get
technical
I
got
the
tech,
I
got
the
nine,
I'm
at
your
stomach
hoe
A
number
one,
I
cannot
run,
know
what
I'm
destined
for
Rolie
on
my
wrist,
and
time
is
money
thought
I'd
let
you
know
Diamonds
dripping
off
me,
bitches
mad
they
hate
to
see
my
glow
My
swag
is
untouchable,
your
bitches
are
questionable
My
pussy
is
edible,
and
my
money
keep
growing,
hoe
I
remember
getting
money
from
a
fuck
nigga
Now
I
boss
up,
making
moves
on
a
fuck
nigga
EeyNJay
in
this
bitch,
you
know
what's
up
nigga
Popping
bitches
in
the
face
with
a
stack,
nigga
I
remember
popping
pills,
but
I
ain't
have
prescriptions
I
ain't
ever
got
a
deal,
but
I
stay
mad
persistent
Had
to
flex
on
y'all
for
real,
they
hate
on
Mak
consistent
They
can't
catch
the
ball
I
kill
they
game,
I'm
damn
proficient
Yes
I'm
professional,
the
pressure
never
press
me
bro
Another
echelon,
I'm
destined
for
the
best
you
know
Can't
fuck
with
messy
hoes,
ain't
stressing
they
get
left
alone
So
what
I'm
lesser
known,
ain't
resting
cuz
I'm
next
to
blow
1 Odyssey
2 Walk In
3 Offers
4 Apocalypse
5 Professional
6 Koala
7 Legend (feat. Joe Brasi)
8 Piñata
9 Gas Leak
10 Slang
11 Membership
12 Exceptional
13 Price Tag
14 Media Hype
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