Goosebumpz - Mac Miller
[Verse 1]
Better act right cause I smack dykes
Give 'em blow and a bit of that bagpipe
B_tch wanna live that rap life
But I already hit that last night
Think you're f_cking with me, huh?
Must be hitting that crack-pipe
I be making my money
Thank God I learned how to act right
My cash like that c_caine
Give me more, say give me more
Don't worry about it, ain't no thing
Big titty hoes in my videos
Classy b_tch, don't kiss and tell
Smack her ass and then wish her well
Life s_cks, better give 'em hell
Get money, f_ck girls, free Biggavel
A million in my briefcase
Gotta shop for some real estate
Up at the party with drugs though
Turn it up, b_tch feel the bass
Throwing money, in your face
Feeling good, living great
Bad b_tches in different states
It's like I think I'm Vincent Chase
With pornstars, sports cars
And my crib got a courtyard?
How we get all this money though?
You know how big his tours are?
Greedy b_tch, you a needy b_tch
Want some money, but need some d_ck
I'm about monogram
When I die b_tch she f_ck my hologram though
When I die b_tch she f_ck my hologram though
When I die b_tch she f_ck my hologram
When I die b_tch she f_ck my hologram
My hologram
[Hook]
We in my black Benz, windows up
Getting head, smoking blunts
Everybody know what's up
And I turn them girls to sl_ts
Crib's like a mob boss
My b_tch get my car washed
We don't stop, my d_ck out, her jaw drop
Cause all we do is f_ck f-f-f_ck-f_ck
All she wanna do is f_ck f-f-f_ck-f_ck
All she, all she wanna do is f_ck f-f-f_ck-f_ck
All she wanna do is f_ck f-f-f_ck-f_ck
F_ck
[Verse 2]
Don't I look like a drug dealer?
Don't I look like I'm somebody
Killing beats with that Murder Inc.
Don't I look like I'm Irv Gotti
Riding through with my hippy van
You broke b_tches don't give a damn
You softer than the Michelin man
Your b_tch put her p_ssy on Instagram
Better go hard when my flow start
They brand new but they old cars
Your pockets is on low carbs
She do a show, she a pornstar
In the penthouse, with the pants down
With the camera out, no hands now
Them hard drugs, we don't ran out
Can't believe that's someone's grand child
She's so bad but I like it (like it)
Wanna hear your p_ssy I'll mic it
My credit card bill is righteous but
Girl that ass is so priceless
Spend the night with
The right b_tch
My d_ck ill, my pipe sick
Small p_ssy, tight fit
She loves to sniff that white sh_t
F_ck free, no charge
I play with that p_ssy like Mozart
Eat that p_ssy, I won't starve
Love the p_ssy with my whole heart
B_tch named Layla my Clapton ho
Gimme head put the Benz in captain mode
And my belt monogram
When I die b_tch she f_ck my hologram though
When I die b_tch she f_ck my hologram though
When I die b_tch she f_ck my hologram
[Hook]
We in my black Benz, windows up
Getting head, smoking blunts
Everybody know what's up
And I turn them girls to sl_ts
Crib's like a mob boss
My b_tch get my car washed
We don't stop, my d_ck out, her jaw drop
Cause all we do is f_ck f-f-f_ck-f_ck
All she wanna do is f_ck f-f-f_ck-f_ck
All she, all she wanna do is f_ck f-f-f_ck-f_ck
All she wanna do is f_ck f-f-f_ck-f_ck
F_ck
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