Thumbalina - Mac Miller
He's on drugs again
My neighbor's yellin', I don't give a f_ck again
And I swear to God if the cops come again
I'ma open up this door, get to rumblin'
Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin'
My d_ck, your mouth, no discussion
Yeah, it's all happenin'
I must be imaginin', take a hit, time travelin'
Turn up the mothaf_ckin' volume
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?
Let me see them nipples baby
Don't give it all up, just a little, baby
I'm just tryna free your mind
Cause all you see is dollar signs
Line crosser, real life flyin' saucer
Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture
Young prodi-gy, I'ma eat lobster
Pull Spanish b_tches but I speak nada
And she got a need to roll the weed all up
You ain't got a chance when it's me on you
I'm a mothaf_ckin' legend, girl
Get that p_ssy killed, b_tches out in Edinboro
Turn up the mothaf_ckin' volume
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?
Leave that p_ssy crippled, baby
Let me slide right down a little, baby
Thumbalina, has anybody seen her face?
She's blinded by the streets
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