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[feat. Mac Miller]

[Mac Miller:]
Aye... aye...
1-9-8-2... 1-9-8-2
Amma let the beat ride out for a lil bit you nah mean
Just so y'all can feel what I'm feeling alright now that we are on the same page now look
Aye, aye

[Mac Miller:]
We be, making that classic shit
Rapping on some static hits
Immaculate, mac'll spazz and laugh at all these average kids
Be with the baddest bitch styles so miraculous
Yeah You heard me spit you don't even know half of it
Keep it funky, hungry, like I need some money
Cheesy so my speech is funny
On it like it's bees and honey yea, uh the um dummy tryna take these G's up from me
Yea they hate me, but they love me
I'll be sillier than putty
Mother fucka y'all be shape shifting
Hay spitting but with the whack bars
Take pictures with eight bitches, boy we some rap stars
Used to fuck around and just kick it in my back yard
Now I'm on the road hitting shows with some bad broads
Me and term be on that hip hop shit
Surprised this young'on here know what real hip hop is
Everybody here be like oh this my ish
Hey yo term go and kick that shit

Listen my mellow ma mello will turn you into jello
Claiming that's your title for mettle but never in the ghetto kill a fellow rapper, immaculate, never will I settle
With a middle class budget cause buddy I get that cheddar
Scrape up you amateurs babblin when I wanna battle ya,
Baking brownies with hash in em
Bachelors who be smashing em'
Gucci wallet attracting em
Hoochies always be flashing em
Loosie yo I'm be stacking em'
Hope fully I'm imagining
Yo wax killer, With mac miller,
My raps iller, just ask spitta for currency I'm a cash 'getter'
I'll smash twitter and Facebook
You strait shook
I do a song with you homey and it's a great look
Ma shorty handling all mine-ee
They all on me, call mommy,
And twist em back out like origami
I pour a Johnie Walker in my cup, ever since a little pup
I knew me and stack was gonna live it up

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
I'm better than good so now they mad they hatin on him
Girlys be waiting
I'm skating a figure eight up on them
Bitches be making me lemonade and cupcakes
Now you on my dick bitch tell me how my nuts taste

We be like fuck Jake
Trying to get this puff cake
We're bad boys for real homey you trunk space
I put a body in the Maserati,
For ma Lottie I pack the heat yo when I'm rowdy
Mixed with the Dali lami

[Mac Miller:]
Yea you wanna hate cause I ain't as lame as you
Eating beef like some Asian
Food flowing that's uncontainable
Roof tops amazing view
A million rappers in the game
But I'm gonna make it soon
They spend their money for me, now I'm a pay for you

Squash you like a tomato do
Burners hot when we blazing thru
My mammi take the pillow and bite it when I lacing you
It's un-debatable roll around with a hater crew
Mac was Born in 92
But he rhyme like you're from 82

[Thanks to Brady McShady, Carolina G., jordan jenkns for correcting these lyrics]

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