LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeO.K. (Feat. Tyler, The Creator)
(Refrão: Tyler, The Creator)Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, MacMac, Mac, Mac, MacGet 'emGirl, shake that bodyGet 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, MacMac, Mac, Mac, MacGet 'emGirl, shake that body(Verso 1: Mac Miller)Whoa, what do we have here?People want to know how we could be that weirdHow many hoes want to clean Mac's beard?I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattooMy bitch suck, she a vacuumFuck her in the ass every time I'm in a bad moodAin't got a choice, know she do it cause she have toI hit it raw while I'm listening to PapooseNo respect cause you wear a V-neckI mean stress, pressure that could even make Keith sweatI wish Narnia was on a GPSI wish Rihanna was DTFI got rich with these rap songsBought a drug problem, now the cash goneAlbum filled with all sad songsBut this the one that I can laugh on(Refrão: Tyler, The Creator)Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, MacMac, Mac, Mac, MacGet 'emGirl, shake that bodyGet 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, MacMac, Mac, Mac, MacGet 'emGirl, shake that body(Verso 2: Tyler, The Creator)Girl, shake that body, them ass and tottiesI want to see them cankles at my hotel lobbyBitch, why you so damn snobby?Your ass flatter than the back of my headI bought you dinner now it's time to pay me back with some headOr I'm a have my little sister beat the back of your headI'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a dickheadAsshole area where my gooch sagLittle momma got salty at me, she started talking toughSo I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it upPopped a hundred mollies, fixed sherm, think I was sparking upA bottle of Zima, the Beamer, I started parking upSeen my nigga, Mac, and he hopped in the backAnd then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big MacsAnd bitch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fadeBut I'm a bitch-ass nigga so I say(Refrão: Tyler, The Creator)Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, MacMac, Mac, Mac, MacGet 'emGirl, shake that bodyGet 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, MacMac, Mac, Mac, MacGet 'emGirl, shake that body(Verso 3: Tyler, The Creator)T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy,making sure you niggas don't win like refereesLooking for the bitches that love to suck peeweeHerman, I'm a verminAnd you could tell I golf with my hat, man, fuck Thurnis(Mac Miller)Hum, I'm at IHOP's and eating with TylerDrink cocoa then double-team MariahBut please, don't tell NickWe were all watching movies at a Motel 6Like ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haI hope Kendrick fuck GagaIf Madonna on the KabbalahThen me and Snoop could chill and be RastasI don't need Prada to show you I'm richPulling out the llama like, "show me your tits"Keep crying cause I still ain't over my bitchOh well
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