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Get It On The Floor

Mac Miller

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Get It On The Floor

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Y'all ain't doin' jack shit, just a buncha has beensWhat the fuck happened? why you stop rappin?Huh?I'm the future, tryna ball like a hoopaAttack a beat like a cougar, rouga [?]Who da... dude that wanna come and talk shitI'm so fly, high up in my cock pitThe tapes comin' boy wait until I drop itIt's some hot shit I know you gon cop itIt's like tha carter 3 mixed with da chronic (classic)Plus some big l and nas hitsI tell em watch this, start spittin out rocketsLight a beat up like some fiber opticsPause... you ain't seen this yet kidRessurectin this dmx diffOn tracks I be doin them bmx flipsSex chicks and move on up to the next bitchBig like texas don't mess with tha freshestYeah I spin electric my set is the bestIn the PA, country, continent, the worldCryin lil bitches I ain't startin with u girlsIt's Mac (it's Mac) It's Mac jump backDumb raps and my lungs is blackUhh yeah it's mac, say it againChest collapse when you takin it inI'm playin to win spittin it rightWe just a couple a kids livin the lifeAnd I'm stayin sharp like the end of a knifeAnd ya girl come to me cause u ain't hittin it rightHaha ay yo that's how it go down,don't even need a hook for this shit know what I'm sayin?I'm just keep on spittin let this camera keep roliln and shitLesson, if you wanna play with da kidSee don't come bull shittin sayin you spitSay you, up and comin but just bugginI don't rap for the stacks I rap cause I rapAnd mac be the cat with the haze and the droGames for the doe I'm the next up to blowStretchin the flows I'm that all whiteYeahhAnd spark mic's like a shark biteYou as bright, bout as bright as a car lightHahaaAnd you ain't tight you just all rightI'm as nice as a calm nightChillin with some broads bout as raw as a bar fightCannon on me any more the base bumpin through tha floorMake veterans feel like they ain't did it beforeI'm a black belt bitch get ya ass kickedMy weed bomb you could smell it through the plasticTake a whiff, please all ya sensesIn this rap shit they call me God's apprentice 'causeThey say the kid got the hardest sentenceFeelin like a pitch from Roger Clemens.That's how it go downYou know how it is all dayMac miller, easy mac the juke box.Play any beat muhh fucker, I'm a murder itCareer criminalSerial killer.
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