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Mac Miller

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    Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac
    Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac
    Get 'em
    Girl, shake that body

    Whoa, what do we have here?
    People want to know how we could be that weird
    How many hoes want to clean Mac's beard?
    I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo
    My bitch suck, she a vacuum
    Fuck her in the ass every time I'm in a bad mood
    Ain't got a choice, know she do it cause she have to
    I hit it raw while I'm listening to Papoose
    No respect cause you wear a V-neck
    I mean stress, pressure that could even make Keith sweat
    I wish Narnia was on a GPS
    I wish Rihanna was DTF
    I got rich with these rap songs
    Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone
    Album filled with all sad songs
    But this the one that I can laugh on

    Girl, shake that body, them ass and totties
    I want to see them cankles at my hotel lobby
    Bitch, why you so damn snobby?
    Your ass flatter than the back of my head
    I bought you dinner now it's time to pay me back in some head
    Or I'm a have my little sister beat the back of your head
    I'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a dickhead
    Asshole area where my gooch sag
    Little momma got salty at me, she started talking tough
    So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up
    Popped a hundred mollies, fixed sherm, think I was sparking up
    A bottle of Zima, the beamer, I started parking up
    Seen my nigga, Mac, and he hopped in the back
    And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs
    And bitch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade
    But I'm a bitch-ass nigga so I say

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    T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy, making sure you niggas don't win like referees
    Looking for the bitches that love to suck peewee
    Herman, I'm a vermin
    And you could tell I golf with my hat, man, fuck Thurnis

    I'm at IHOP's and eating with Tyler
    Drink cocoa then double-team Mariah
    But please, don't tell Nick
    We were all watching movies at a Motel 6
    Like ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
    I hope Kendrick fuck Gaga
    If Madonna on the Kabbalah
    Then me and Snoop could chill and be Rastas
    I don't need Prada to show you I'm rich
    Pulling out the llama like "Show me your tits."
    Keep crying cause I still ain't over my bitch

    Oh well
    It'll be OK

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