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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoRed Dot Music (Feat. Action Bronson & Loaded Lux)
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]Think I can see a fucking halo, about to meet my makerBrought a double cup of Drano, some soda for the flavorUncontrollable behaviorwith some psychopathic tendenciesLonely as your neighbors with the bitcheshe got special needsWord to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on ecstasyMy flavor from the nature, need an acre for my recipeThey got my soul, but I don't let 'em take the rest of meMy melody, a little like Kenny G's, it's heavenlyAnd my denim tailored, me and Action rappingAl be fucking with the fader, sipping mind eraserActually, we rapping for the fuck of itTaking money from you, gonna smack you out in publicWe the Republican governmentabundance of substanceHaving consumption to fuck a bitchYou're Banana Republic fit, go suck a dickAnd your bitch looking like Cousin Itt, the ugliest[Hook: Action Bronson]I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shitGroupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dickCadillacs is getting whipped a hundred eighty fifthJust for that sizzle, Gore-Tex in case of drizzle[Mac Miller]I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shitLooking up into the clouds where the angels sitThey looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm deadSo how'd I get this red dot on my head?[Verse 2: Action Bronson]Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket firstAfter rapping take my people out for octopusWe all deserve it; dedication to the famDon't hold your hand out for nothingif you claim to be my man, damnYou see me peeling off a whip likewhen your mother stripBlow the dice, roll them chips, hit another tripShit, I'm on some shitHand's fucking hotter than a leatherin the 6 in the summertimeUnderstand I'm only rhyming for this son of mineAnd so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoilsWe ate the tuna, it's suede pumaMy look is Jay Buhner, dawggycause some of us just age soonerI'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange riverForbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaverCheck the bio, I fixed the gameBetween Kentucky and Miami of Ohio, I been wild[Hook][Verse 3: Mac Miller]Bitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as wasabi sauceAnd constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambianceI was a minor, chasing after vaginaNone of my friends were fakebut none of my clothes designerWent from posted on stoops to smoking on roofsI came from that basement, now look at this viewMaking this money, blowing it allFuck what you did, just show me results[Verse 4: Action Bronson]Yo, I'm a 635 dipper, fly mothafuckaLeather to the foot, horses I lead 'em to the brookIf you locked, then keep the chisel in the bookI see a lion in the mirror when I lookLook, I lose money but I make it backI keep it true and ain't no mothafuckin' faking thatI get a fade and then I fade to blackBet on the RazorbacksI hold the multi-colored flavored gatBlat[Bridge: Mac Miller]I said it must be the drugs, I said it must be the drugsI said it must be the drugs, I said it must be the drugsI said it must be the drugs, I said it must be the drugsI said it must be the drugs, I said it must be the drugs[Outro: Loaded Lux]You was Easy Mac with the cheesy rapsWho the fuck is Mac Miller?This name say "Crack dealing trap niggaSlash cap peeler, back with a black stripperAss thicker than a snack wrap snickertoo fat to snap zippers"In half is what I'll do to Mac MillerNow my minds first track figuredA nigga who treats his yak richer than elixirTaps liquor the pass 'til itGoes around the room like his casket finnaOh, you Mac Miller?The fact's filtered in the snapped pictureMy man Jack ripped over Google like Jack the RipperYoohoo, I'm finna murder this brunette bitchGet pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat fixtureA rap figure to look like you hacked TwitterI'll show you Beastie BoyYou can't match your killer with that wiggerI'd rather attack Tigger or Jack ThrillerHe got track fillers for a albumIf he had Jigga on an ad-stickerWouldn't go cat litter where I'm from, MalcolmI knock the thoughts off your balcony, KingYou're from a home of funny bonesNot like quite the one I've knownYou look like, before you punched in flowsYou were strucking blows, bloody nosefor your honey rollsIn the lunchroom gettin' yo money stoleYou're a bully's Best Day EverWith those Nike's on your feetComing through Blue Slide ParkI'm gon' rob this chumpOn a party on Fifth Ave like he Donald TrumpNigga give me that shitI liked you better when you was Easy MacWith the cheesy rapsWho the fuck is Mac Miller?
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