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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeUber (Feat. Mike Jones)
[Mac Miller:]YeahYeahYeahYeahYeah, umWho put the spiders in my applesauce?Took the pins out my hand grenade?Somebody said that I deserve to dieI looked him in the eye, said the devil's not circumcisedWho put spiders in my applesauce?Took the pins out my hand grenade?Somebody tell me I deserve to dieI looked him in the eye and said the devil not circumcisedSo play me a song on the guitarGot a rainforest in my cigarThere's knots in my yo-yo stringPut a crown on my stallion, I'm the Polo kingI fell in love with a go-go dancer, she a single momThe underdog, like to play the game with Diddy KongShe the god type, throw that bitch a KlondikeEverything is alright, see it's written in the PsalmsI told her I get rich off my little songsGave her a million reasons that she should come alongImmediately, she dropped her shitBut everywhere I go, they told me, "Watch yo bitch! "God damn! I guess I got another oneGood vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky BunchI put the gourmet flavors inside the honey bluntGot my head underwater but I ain't comin' upFuck air, my bitch's ass is like a plump pearAnd she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she just fairMan, this life is unfairOkay, I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to loseAnd I'ma do this 'til I'm a 102Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?I saidI'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to doAnd I'ma do this 'til I'm a 102Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?Stunting' in a UberYeah, bitchStuntin' in a UberYeah, bitchStuntin' in a UberI'm readin' old Playboy magazinesSomethin' from the '50s when the journalism had its peakYou play the background, you just a member of the facultyI'm actually out here decision makin'Had to get my shit together, I was missin' paymentsI just pray to God that my lady isn't famousShe threw the gown on and we hit the banquetShe got her own story; just let the bitch explain it[Mike Jones:]Mac, I think the girl that you speakin' 'boutWas, in fact, the same chick, late-night, creepin' outSneakin' out, my homie knew her, told me keep an eyeFound out she was twerkin', found out she wasn't workin'The whole game switched when my man hitGot me rollin' in a circle, top-down, blowin' purpleSeen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle (I said)Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtleSwang, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin' (Mike Jones)Switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin' (Mac)[Mac Miller:]Okay, I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to loseAnd I'ma do this 'til I'm a 102Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?I saidI'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to doAnd I'ma do this 'til I'm a 102Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?Stunting' in a UberYeah, bitchStuntin' in a UberYeah, bitchStuntin' in a Uber
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