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Mac Miller
Dalton Pritt
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Yeah My feet hangin’ out the window G-Wagon, we ain’t ridin’ in the limo, no Top tier but I’ll never make the list though Hit ‘em with that “woo hah,” mother****in’ flip mode Let me tell you what it is though No fiend but the money made me itch though Yeah, real mother****in’ pimp though Why you sittin’ at home always goin’ through your bitch phone? Pittsburgh legend, wait a second I’m gettin’ off Sell the same XXX It’s a muh****in’ weapon now, nothin’ off Better get a job ‘cause you’re ****in’ with some men of God Thots never get a thought People from my city usually never get a shot JLo singin’, let ‘em know what it is though Only want the pussy if it’s Jenny from the Block Stop playin’ Everybody else stop hatin’ witcha hatin’ ass Money, I’ma make it last longer than Stevie Wonder playing Lazertag by himself Get it on my own now, I don’t need no help Still don’t worry ‘bout me, better get it for yourself I’m the muh****in’ man, can’t help it All I do is play the hand I’ve been dealt with And these muh****ers foldin’ (ya’ll muh****ers foldin’) These muh****ers foldin’ (all ya’ll muh****ers foldin’) (It’s a royal flush) These muh****ers foldin’ (Still here muh****er XXX) And all these muh****ers foldin’ (It’s a royal flush) Put my poker face on Why’d they shuffle the deck? They don’t cut me a card but they cut me a check When I come to collect, I take nothin’ but yes Why they fold like a cummerbund? But it’s somersaults when I flex Peep my muscle, no pecs Just finesse with this dick You need the classic, no switch See the rap game is my lick And I XXX with the hits Just put the bands in my fist XXX grind on my dick I tell a bitch, watch my XXX XXX that shit Lean like a quarter, pick six Now these hoes know that we XXX XXX Get a free XXX now Don’t XXX n****s then just walk into the building Yeah, threw a glass at ya girl then that bitch catchin’ feelings We got high while ya’ll was chillin’ Plot on a million, ball more than Billions Where the **** my billboard? Expect bird n****s to come up Been Most Dope since the thumbs up Lose your legs if you run up, yeah Aye Mac but they won’t believe us ’til we came through the speakers And bang they face on the speaker And these muh****ers foldin’ (ya’ll muh****ers foldin’) These muh****ers foldin’ (all ya’ll muh****ers foldin’) (It’s a royal flush) These muh****ers foldin’ And all these muh****ers foldin’ (It’s a royal flush) (It’s a royal flush, it’s a muh****ing royal flush) Oh yeah we came up Everybody know my name Once you get a little bit of money in the bank You can bet, homie, everything change If it ain’t us, really don’t mean no thing We been doin’ this since you was a little bitch And the bitch always gettin’ in the way Can you feel it now? Do you feel it now?
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