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 [Hook tyler, the creator (x2)] 
Get 'em mac, mac, mac, mac 
Mac, mac, mac, mac, get 'em 
Girl, shake that body 
[Verse 1 mac miller] 
Whoa, what do we have here? 
People wanna know how we could be that weird 
How many hoes wanna clean mac's beard? 
I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo 
My bitch suck, she a vacuum 
Fuck her in the ass every time I'm in a bad mood 
Ain't got a choice, know she do it cause she have to 
I hit it raw while I'm listening to papoose 
No respect cause you wear a v-neck 
I mean stress, pressure that could even make keith sweat 
I wish narnia was on a gps 
I wish rihanna was dtf 
I got rich with these rap songs 
Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone 
Album filled with all sad songs 
But this the one that I can laugh on 
[Hook tyler, the creator (x2)] 
Get 'em mac, mac, mac, mac 
Mac, mac, mac, mac, get 'em 
Girl, shake that body 
[Verse 2 tyler, the creator] 
Girl, shake that body, them ass and totties 
I want to see them cankles at my hotel lobby 
Bitch, why you so damn snobby? 
Your ass flatter than the back of my head 
I bought you dinner now it's time to pay me back in some head 
Or I'ma have my little sister beat the back of your head 
I'm a grade-a douchebag, I'm a dickhead 
Asshole area where my gooch sag 
Little momma got salty at me, she started talking tough 
So I called the wolf gang up, they start to bark it up 
Popped a hundred mollies, fixed sherm, think I was sparking up 
A bottle of zima, the beamer, I started parking up 
Seen my nigga, mac, and he hopped in the back 
And then we jet to fatburger, ordered some big macs 
And bitch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade 
But I'm a bitch-ass nigga so I say 
[Hook tyler, the creator (x2)] 
Get 'em mac, mac, mac, mac 
Mac, mac, mac, mac, get 'em 
Girl, shake that body 
[Verse 3 tyler, the creator] 
T-dollaz and mac meezy, making sure you niggas don't win like referees 
Looking for the bitches that love to suck peewee 
Herman, I'm a vermin 
And you could tell I golf with my hat, man, fuck thurnis 
[Verse 4 mac miller] 
I'm at ihop's and eating with tyler 
Drink cocoa then double-team mariah 
But please, don't tell nick 
We were all watching movies at a motel 6 
Like ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha 
I hope kendrick fuck gaga 
If madonna on the kabbalah 
Then me and snoop could chill and be rastas 
I don't need prada to show you I'm rich 
Pulling out the llama like 'show me your tits' 
Keep crying cause I still ain't over my bitch 
[Outro mac miller] 
Oh well... 
It'll be ok... 
 
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