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"Confessions Of A Cash Register" lyrics by MAC MILLER
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"Confessions Of A Cash Register"
[with Prodigy]

[Verse 1:]
All I got for these niggas is expletives and slugs
All I got for these bitches is big dick and drugs
Alcohol and guns, don't be scared now – you got it, thug
Smart enough to chill the fuck out until it's time to dump
Release so much rage in such a short space
I'll put your face in your cornflakes, mob style
You gave them Goma power
Your honey want it, nigga, hold it down
'Hood nigga, she love my style - I'll knock the cat out
Nigga I'll pull a Lufthansa
Nigga is that your bitch? I took that back to the casa
I'm always pullin' the heist, I can't help that bitches wanna
You know what that ride be like with just one night
I blow up mine and get low
It's too much dough out here to be broke
So I hit the curb, and bend a few corners, bumpin' this shit here
Turnt all the way up, niggas gettin' robbed tonight, let's be clear
Come up off of them things, a nigga gon' die tonight, I'll leave you here
You give me your valuables, no funny moves, I swear...

[Verse 2:]
A man walked in with a smile on his face and a loaded.45 in his hand
To the clerk: "Don't move, I didn't come here to shoot,
But I will so you must understand" - bang
Shots in the air, no time to waste
Been doin' drugs all day, now his mind erased
Fuck the register, he'd better find the safe
Get the money, hit his homies up and congregate
I need bread, my kin need to be fed
This is the recession, goin' through depression
I ain't done sinnin' 'cause I ain't done winnin'
Gotta be fucked up to make it to the top, where the money at?
I could be next to me, Death in Venice
Work at CBS and one day you'll manage
Rejects, emotionally damaged
You kids need to straighten up, let me call Rick Moranis
1-2 get a crib in Atlantis
Knocked the bitch out cold, she Rick Rambis
Tell Dorothy we ain't in Kansas
Livin' in this world but we don't understand it, no
Bullshit, you can't sell that
All these kids will get held back
A cup filled and my L fat
Man, we just want Dave Chapelle back - well, until that
I'm coming through the function with some subjects for discussion
Yup, that's Alchemist with production
Little bit of Larry Fish, yeah, it's nothin'
God versus man, mind versus land, competition ain't shit
I'm a treat you all like my bitch
You can start with suckin' this dick
Got you...

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