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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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 O.K.
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