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Goosebumpz

Mac Miller

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Goosebumpz

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[Verse 1: Mac Miller]Better act right cos I smack dykesGive em blow and a bit of that bagpipeBitch wanna live that rap lifeBut I already hit that last nightThink you're fucking with me huh?Must be hitting that crack-pipeI be making my moneyThank God I learned how to act rightMy cash like that cocaineGive me more, say give me moreDon't worry about it, ain't no thingBig titty hoes in my videosClassy bitch, don't kiss and tellSmack her ass and then wish her wellLife sucks, better give em hellGet money, fuck girls, free BiggavelA million in my briefcaseGotta shop for some real estateUp at the party with drugs thoughTurn it up, bitch feel the bassThrowing money, in your faceFeeling good, living greatBad bitches in different statesIt's like I think I'm Vincent ChaseWith pornstars, sports carsAnd my crib got a courtyard?How we get all this money though?You know how big his tours are?Greedy bitch, you a needy bitchWant some money, but need some dickI'm about monogramWhen I die bitch she fuck my hologram thoughWhen I die bitch she fuck my hologram thoughWhen I die bitch she fuck my hologramWhen I die bitch she fuck my hologramMy hologram[Hook]We in my black Benz, windows upGetting head, smoking bluntsEverybody know what's upAnd I turn them girls to slutsCrib's like a mob bossMy bitch get my car washedWe don't stop, my dick out, her jaw dropCos all we do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuckAll she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuckAll she- all she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuckAll she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuckFuck[Verse 2: Mac Miller]Don't I look like a drug dealer?Don't I look like I'm somebodyKilling beats with that Murder IncDon't I look like I'm Irv GottiRiding through with my hippy vanYou broke bitches don't give a damnYou softer than the Michelin manYour bitch put her pussy on InstagramBetter go hard when my flow startYour pockets is on low carbsShe do a show, she a pornstarIn the penthouse, with the pants downWith the camera out, no hands nowThose hard drugs, we don't ran outCan't believe that's someone's grand childShe's so bad but i like it (like it)Wanna hear your pussy I'll mic itMy credit card bill is righteous butGirl that ass is so pricelessSpend the night withThe right bitchMy dick ill, my pipe sickSmall pussy, tight fitShe loves to sniff that white shitFuck free, no chargeI play with that pussy like mozartEat that pussy, I won't starveLove the pussy with my whole heartBitch named Layla my Clapton hoGimme head put the benz in captain modeAnd my belt monogramWhen I die bitch she fuck my hologram thoughWhen I die bitch she fuck my hologram thoughWhen I die bitch she fuck my hologram[Hook]We in my black Benz, windows upGetting head, smoking bluntsEverybody know what's upAnd I turn them girls to slutsCrib's like a mob bossMy bitch get my car washedWe don't stop, my dick out, her jaw dropCos all we do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuckAll she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuckAll she- all she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuckAll she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuckFuck
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