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'Erica's House' Lyrics - Mac Miller ft. TreeJay
Here is Erica's House Lyrics by Mac Miller Ft. TreeJay

Around the fire do a ...dance
You know the funny word? Underpants
Let’s go the ..and have the war
Stop fucking calling me Malcome war
It’s not my name
It’s kind’of funny
So i saw that you meation my moms addict
Life was a block busted
But now it’s cool clasic
Smoke ‚til I ...
And embrasing my bad habbit
Traveling down the hole i9’m cashing the fast rabit
Would that ...still wired from my last ..
Our love was like a fox and the fuck like a cruck addict
...and black magic and watch some car crushing
Snap shut and ...
The alians of ...
I don’t care because my fortune it’s made from ...
Take life will ....and don’t want to end
Thank God i’m sober again
Run away, run away
Run, run, run away
Ooh my God
Don’t let the dogs out
Stoop what you doing and put it back in the dark house
I was a human i feeling like i’m God now
Like most of thetime i don’t need to know what i’m talking ’bout
Cuz I will walk and talk and cruck it out
Take the ..with my mom will...around
...coat up they luck around
I’m possible a ..don’t belive me
You can tell that i’m so lonely fron the TV
I hate myself cuz i’m a white rapper
I hate white rappers
But in the streets that ... masters make me rich
Sure, sure some high
I feel like ....gotta stop...
Back in the ..on the ...my favorite top spot
It’s now last the hungry ...
Run away
Run away
Run, run, run away
Ooh my
Still having sex with blind people
They say my pussy smell like pie niggas
...
Stare in their face like bith I’m a ..
Yeah i’m all kind of evil
Eat ..out of ..try to find and beat ’em
Still sick of people, go back to the same bitch
She is kicking with for mister ...
..
Is high definition jacking off...
In LA try to give me a ...
Cuz my ...day will ...
Run away can’t you play
Run away
Run away, run away, run away
Girl run away
You gotta run away

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'Eggs Aisle' Lyrics - Mac Miller
Here is Eggs Aisle Lyrics by Mac Miller

I've hung around with the best out
Smile with my chest out
[?] my bitch dressed out, and thinking I'm depressed now
I just wanna go chill at Kanye West's guest house
Bitch pull her breasts out I forget about my ex now
Feelin' fresh out, chillin' in a penthouse
Here for so long 'bout to start paying rent now
She used to cook me breakfast 'til I turned her to a pen pal
I'm at the grocery store, lost in the eggs aisle
10 point takedown, Alabama shakedown
Used to rap an [?] movement beautifully awake now
Think I ain't a superhero need to check my cape out
Dripped up and draped out
It's all good, you safe now

Be safe homie
In this life and the next life
I'ma see ya
So be safe homie, be safe homie
In this life and the next life
I'ma see ya

And everything will be cooler
Maneuver away from evildoers
Gene Hackman is captain no one can beat the Hoosiers
See the future, no crystal ball that I'm starin' at
Ancient Egypt pharaoh rap staring Jack Kerouac
I have a ton of cattle dung, this shit I sadly have become
Ashin' blunts until I'm only left with half a lung
Yeah I'm here, self-claimed deity
Cryin' during the Lion King, that's just the G in me
Highly offensive and on both sides of the fences
Hence the confusion when I stare at my reflection
Man's duality, life and its formalities
We're born with the potential to leave as a casualty
I'm in the lab, suited up performing alchemy
Meditating til I'm levitating out my seat
It all started with a PayPal
Dripped up and draped out
It's all good, you safe now

Be safe homie
In this life and the next life
I'ma see ya
So be safe homie, be safe homie
In this life and the next life
I'ma see ya

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'Earth' Lyrics - Mac Miller ft. Future
Here is Earth Lyrics by Mac Miller Ft. Future

Yeah, you know I love having a studio at home
Because right when I walk in the booth
You know I, I take a sip of my drink
You know like, light a cigarette and walk up to the mic
And it's exactly the correct height for me
It definitely just makes me feel comfortable
You know, lets your mind be at ease
And I, noticed that, that uh, sometimes I rap with my rollie on
And sometimes I take it off

You ain't gotta worry if you're cold
Promise baby, I'll be there by tomorrow
If you love me then I'll be down for it all
Cause I ain't seen nobody like you
You look so good, when you walk by
I have to stop, you broke my heart
Can't you bring you back to us

Hi, I am sitting in the clouds
Everything around seems different to me now
And this could be a change for the both of us
Get away from the world that's controlling us
It's only just me, I hope you trust me
You look a little nervous, keep adjusting your blouse...

snippet version..

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'I Come In Peace' Lyrics - Mac Miller
Here is I Come In Peace Lyrics by Mac Miller

Ok, it's the high flying, sky diving
Hoes tell me five diamonds, mine and whining
Dropping gems with the finest timing
I'm eating acid, start to burn away my stomach lining
Coming with that fucking violence
Where's chaos, love is silent
My mom should've had another son
Maybe that would make my crazy ass less troublesome
I come in peace, but unleash this fucking beast inside me
You may need a CSI, investigate the scene when I leave
I start drinking what’s inside my IV
I'm poison ivy and my voice is whiny
New car, yeah, my toys is shiny
Drive it in the river, break the ice
Skate Monongahela in the winter
I'm a ninja, I might kick you in your fucking head
This is Pittsburgh, you looking like a fucking guest
I got a mayor fucking bitches in the south side
Tell 'em they can get a job, just to open up your mouth wide
You Mrs. Doubtfire, fake ass bitch
I keeps it constipated, we don't take no shit
Nothing for these hoes, Lego my ego trick
I'm a real a-hole, yeah ok
I'm with my bitch, watching Scandal in some Gucci sandals
Or whatever's on the movie channels
I drink whisky, start puking on my stupid flannel
Plot the tracing paper, I'm just tryna recreate a Van Gogh
The devil can't know my plans for destruction
The angels get eliminated, process of deduction
Red lights, rushing through it, noose like I'm Russian
I paid a foreign nun to bring the drugs in
I put the dope in the dumplings, the coke by the onion
Snort so many lines, it's disgusting
Open up the blinds, see the white light
I'm getting wasted with a bum, start a knife fight
Putting lights in my bitch bed
Drink Windex and go and swallow a match
I got the right hypes, need to borrow some crack
Got a problem with that?
I'm doing drugs with the coastguard
Smoke clouds coming through the sonar
I can beat my own ass with a crowbar ‘cause I'm so numb
I don't even know where my toes are
This is Mozart, dope art
I'm gonna have a daughter, name her Rosa Parks

Ok, look I said it, I'm a bitch ass bitch
That's why pre-teen girls be like, "This that shit"
But once they eighteen, they gonna kiss Mac's dick
Goddamn, I'm on some mismatch shit
God hate me, the devil don't like me either
I'm posted up with a forty and a wife beater
Murder rappers, keep they bodies in the freezer
Snort coke and have a minor seizure
Lost in amnesia, threesomes with Venus
And Serena, I can dream, huh?
I really miss the lean, bro
Bought my homie's team Jordans
Now they pitched an offer

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'Rainclouds' Lyrics - Mac Miller
Here is Rainclouds Lyrics by Mac Miller

(Verse)
I was walking by myself
Just thinking bout all the things that make your smell
You were crying all alone
Wondering when I’m coming home
I have to wait a while

(Verse)
So what makes the world go around as the love
I wanna know right now
I could drink away the pain, that don’t mean a thing
I can’t get you out of my mind, no

(Chorus)
I can’t stop the clouds from needing to rain, no no
I can’t stop the clouds from needing to rain

(Verse)
Why do we always have to fight?
I just wanna treat you right
Are you feeling good?
Although I can tell you where it goes
Know you’ll always be my girl from the neighborhood

(Verse)
My life, it tend to move to fast
This time I wanna make this last
I’m making up a lie ‘cause I hate it when you cry
I don’t want to see you move on, no

(Chorus x3)
I can’t stop the clouds from needing to rain, no no
I can’t stop the clouds from needing to rain

I can’t stop the clouds from needing to rain

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'CPR' Lyrics - Mac Miller (Ft. Jazzy Jeff)
Here is CPR Lyrics by Mac Miller Ft. Jazzy Jeff

(Intro)
Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you for being here this evening
You could’ve been anywhere in the world
But you’re right here with me
So give it up to Swag Swagman Doo on the saxophone
And let me do my thing

(Verse)
Uh hey, I said to sip this glow when it taste this good
I got a mansion in the hills and that’s my neighborhood
A empty spot on the shelf, I need a vase to put that
A couple wooden chairs that be lookin good yea
And baby if you want I’ll wait for you
We could sit inside my crib and watch a pay-per-view
‘Cause I just need you next to me, keepin my accessory
I just wanna sing you your new favorite toy

(Bridge)
And it goes a little something like this
Tonight a opportunity that you might miss
I just wanna get you feelin right like this
And end the night with that goodnight kiss, bliss

(Hook)
That pretty girl standing by my side
She down to ride, yea
I could love you just how you like
Take a breath of my air
Don’t be scared, don’t be scared
Don’t be scared, don’t be scared

(Verse)
I love to lick your pussy ‘cause it tastes so good
And I could read your face like it’s my favorite book
You look like Rihanna mixed with Megan, good huh
She a good fuck, always give me good love
Baby I just wanna hold you tight
You tell me that I’m trippin and I know you right
You feel just like a swimming pool,
Let me dive right into you
Stay there for a while ‘cause I know it’s a nice view
Cold as ice with a heart like August
Throw some Wu-Tang on you like uh shit
Baby I like your bra width
That Brooke Burr, we be fuckin on the carpet
My little nasty girl but she a business woman
No telling what she’ll do but she’ll be in the moment
Lay it down, I like it if you stayed around
So saxophone man, can you play me out?

(Hook)
That pretty girl standing by my side
She down to ride, yea
I could love you just how you like
Take a breath of my air
Don’t be scared, don’t be scared
Don’t be scared, don’t be scared

Saxophone man, can you play me out?

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'Boat Races' Lyrics - Mac Miller (Ft. Boldy James & Freddie Gibbs)
Here is Boat Races Lyrics by Mac Miller Ft. Boldy James & Freddie Gibbs

(Verse)
I’m on the first thing smoke, smoking on some dope
That I got from all that O, all my niggas slow mo
Mr. Mac Millie’s, we in my Phantom, most dope
It’s crack in my drawers, back against the wall, overdose
Michael Jack thrift, in Manila pin these hoes
Gave you all when the call gets time, tell kids go
All over Sunday, these niggas can’t be kind
And they sugarcoating the money they making in the hood, Monroe
Caught up in the mall, never even touched a ho
Why while I’m under my drugs older than you fuckin knows
I know some youngins click the up and that’s ready to blow
And we don’t play no poker, we the homophobes
It’s con creatures but you already know the slug
Abbreviate, my appreciation is a token
Laughing all the way to the bank, no lackin the loafer
Keep a couple addicts to get a new packet of dope
Me in taxin them full bands, slappin with no hand
Hand to hand, hand the samples out – that’s free promotion
Jealousy is the weak emotion, picture me rollin
Speedboat on the beach, oh shit at the boatleg

(Verse)
Gangsta gyeah, 87 cut smoke
Ship it off and get my pocket used to bust it open
Hennessey and Coca-Cola keep a nigga loakin
I slow it up promethazine, I finna go potion
Pull shit, drug dealer and abuser
I used to get up and pop all the oxycotin then get suited
Stringle it in my weed ‘cause I was way 2 scams and tutin
Live in a movie like a young don, serving heron, shootin
Shootin M’s out the sake, then the nigga poppin
Shit is heatin for you bastards
I’m throwing em on the glock
And leave my nigga cop the Cola, the soda and yola lockin up
Today I slip my feet in new sneakers like Mr. Robert Giggs
Homie down to poster child for parents visual
My kitchen now you noticed like this shit be in the air
You buy the first, I front the second, call me in a pair
I said I’m Steppin on the crack, I break these birds off like Kevin Wiff

Bitch, uh yea
I said I’m Steppin on the crack, I break these birds off like Kevin Wiff bitch

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'MellowHigh' Lyrics - Mac Miller (Ft. Hodgy Beats & Domo Genesis)
Here is MellowHigh Lyrics by Mac Miller Ft. Hodgy Beats & Domo Genesis

(Intro – Hodgy Beats)
Fuckin' Trippin'
I'm fuckin' trippin'
Yep, Yep
Aye, can you dim the lights?
Smoke!

(Verse 1: Hodgy Beats)
Sippin' beer and whiskey getting frisky hopscotch
Words mistaken this place escapin' my tongue like pop rocks
Went to a bar alone, in my lap the Glocks cocked
Looking for a hot bop with a boyfriend that cock blocks (Faggot)
No service in this bitch, Good thing I'm near a hot spot
Time is money, clocks flock, like a cherry I'm not top (Hahaha)
You askin' me rhetoricals, knowing where all my morals go
A stampede bitch you plant the seed, let the florals grow
She give me oral throat, good behavior, being cordial
Time is money hun, its twentys back into my portal
Other words disturb and hurt me absurdly but I'm immortal
Thuggish, ruggish, smoke blunts till sluggish, I'm fuckin' durable
Adorable, the way these samples flip, thanks to fishy man
He don't give a spam, With a kitchen clan,
River sand, in my bibs, I'm itchy man, Fittna' hit a ?
And pend sixtey on Lionel Richey (Yep!)
We all gon' die, I might just bring my baby mama with me (Yep)

(Verse 2: Domo Genesis)
Say pussy nigga what yo life like? Huh
‘Cuz mine’s hype, ah it’s thick shit on the lime light shit aside
Twice wreck 5 mikes (bitch)
You finna eat, Mac avoid you seen with 5 dykes
Weed fly puffin, had to add to our gama live, right?
The live wire spit a virus out like lime wire
Bring it down so I could climb higher
In this prime, my dudes apply fire
Near the grip I’m throwing dust
Like money my supply of plyers, runnin hot, bumpin to pop viral
You niggas lookin hella pissin on em
Mac throw the alley, I Blake Griffin on em
Wolfgang, dysfunctional family, Eddie Griffin on em
Hard hats, moving shit, even got Diddy on em
Uh, bitch I’m a monster
Beat it, never leak in my seat, I skeet in the contra
Set ‘cause I bet I’m gonna play a decent fonder
There’ll never be another me but decease to my imposters
So haters back that ass up like Juvenile
Get a subu route, bout to this shit rest bucha style
Niggas didn’t trip, gave me room and I’m a nuisance now
Let’s bleed, I bring your meat cleaver to the stupid cows
Hotheaded, need some heatseekers to shoot him down
Eat the wood nigga, just product of what he knew around
This young me, Tom’s getting what he fuckin needs
Forever blessed lik bad allergies, you just a fuckin sneeze
My dreams float, it ain’t no way that rap’s a fuckin breeze
To grab my spit disgusted
Got these ratchets on they fuckin knees
Uh, you niggas save the bullshit, I’m a matador
I’m here to swiss cheese overseas by the matter ho

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'Money Team' Lyrics - Mac Miller (Ft. Ab-Soul, Smoke DZA & Da$h)
Here is Money Team Lyrics by Mac Miller Ft. Ab-Soul, Smoke DZA & Da$h

(Verse 1: Ab-Soul)
Don't get too excited…
My last pack was courtesy of B-Real from Cypress Hill
Jet fuel, OG, and it's death to kill
Bet I got some weed – Puffy, that's my nigga
We puffin backwoods back to back, back to back
Back to back, back to back, I'm a chiropractor, nigga
So high but I'm solo, the horseman on my Polo's…
H-O-C, but you don't know, though, I'm just a high nigga
So when you walk by don't say “hi,” nigga, don't!
Roll up some more of that Money Team
(I know you've got some more of that)
Rollin' to the Chronic, smokin' chronic, all we need's a low-low
Picked up an ounce from Fountain out in day, it's so astounding
I was on the ground, looked down, now I'm on a mountain
If fair is fair, my strand is rare, I don't know where I grow, though
Rollin' up an ozone of this Bubba, fuckin' up the ozone
My third I wink at you, you blink, and “poof!”
Like “where he go though? he ain't even leave the… (drive!)”

(Verse 2: Smoke DZA)
I knew today would be a great day
I'm a fuckin' buddha-head, I don't take vacays
Young High-Grade, I'm always in a great space
Coughin' up a lung on that KK (kush)
I'm a Harlem nigga, every day's payday
Burn it down, vacate – I'm all about that pastry
Man, like I'm marketing Rev Run's daughters
But I'm talkin' 'bout the green with the dead prez' on ‘em (hold up)
And speaking of green, hope you got yours
Cause I'm a fiend and it's personal, parties, fuckin' with me (true story)
Hold on to that – you might not get it back
It's all good, though – I'm 'bout to roll another bat
I hit the Bay and got some great wax
When they talkin' 'bout loud, I don't hear that
I'm smokin' dope in front of dope on Fairfax
Jet Life nigga, these Lear raps (DZA)

(Verse 3: Da$H)
Dope burner – layin' a smoke sermon
As the composer close the curtain
I sit back and tell myself that it was all worth it
Earth'll morph an ocean, grown surface
Matter of fact, fuck that, don't get excited -
It's just another motherfuckin' rap song about weed
So sit back, shut the fuck up, roll your weed
Tell your older sister get the money ready
I need a half ounce later
I'm running out… not really, though
It's your time, but it ain't your time
Eat a dick…

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'Glow' Lyrics - Mac Miller (Ft. Pharrell)
Here is Glow Lyrics by Mac Miller Ft. Pharrell

you see that glow that hot gloss,
that hot gloss, that hot gloss.
you see that glow that hot gloss,
that hot gloss that hot gloss

i fuck around with that playmate
twenty thousand my day rate
eight and seven course meal now
people say that i gain weight
all you rappers you ain’t safe
pull money save face,
been the shit still the shit
just double up, exchange rate
guess i’m just grown up now
..shut the fuck down
had this beat to pick said i need the beat
to show this clowns i don’t fuck around
asking me about money, wonder what’s my network
people tryin to consume me, but i call up jay g network

yeah i glow, they don’t
i suppose let em go
spend t-rex on my coat
fuck a whip just bought me a boat
my flow is gross,
be brave get it i was toast
without one the reason
you aint’ close, get it, no

chorus:
oh you ain’t now, oh you ain’t now
since i was bond, since i was bond
my mom was gone, my mom was gone
no i was pow,
girl my mom any bitch i just go, i just go
and my wrist was cold, my wrist was cold
my love will snow, my love will snow
but i need light foe
girl i’m burning the bitch i just glow
i’m so special, i’m so special
i’m so special, i’m so special
i’m so special, girl i’m burn is a bitch i just glow
i’m so special, i’m so special
i’m so special, i’m so special
i’m so special, i’m so special
girl i’m ridin a bitch i just glow

i grab a lot, grab a lot, don’t be afraid to just act a shot
have jam like when shot grab a lot
i’m going in like a madden shot
don’t rap sweet like app cops
shut the fuck up you don’t have to talk
i’ma lay back and my ass on top
got the game on match a lot sucker
you don’t see cash a lot, bitch act like you bet you not
pull my dick in her ass twice and
look back like that the spot
pull me i’m counting money, playing round the money
shawty i ain’t shit with asking money
like a bout to money
well kind of ease if you out of money
mad millions that’s the name
most dough that’s the game
drunk a bit so glad you came
so i’m taking off the clothes tryin have the train
hoes lovers tryin to fuck with no robbers fuck out me
nigga fuck each other, on tour nigga fuck the runner
mother fucker just shit you..
you ain’t fuck around my team
tryin to live it all of your dreams
here to kill yourself esteem
and my flow as parrow
smoke a blunt and my eyes clothes
middle fingers but..and it’s..

[chorus:]

i’m just eating that ..slime
mother fucker

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'Great' Lyrics - Sir Michael Rocks (Ft. Casey Veggies & Mac Miller)
Here is Great Lyrics by Sir Michael Rocks Ft. Casey Veggies & Mac Miller

[Verse 1: Michael]
Damn baby call me Mikey Rocks I hop in the coupe
Later on tryna see whats poppin witchu
And you know you saw them dollars I threw
I’m talking damn near two bands
Wanna get this paper girl don’t stand there, you dance
She bust it open she shakin it and she standing on her hands
I love life but I dont love these hoes
Swisher sweets man thats all I roll
Steady mobbin and the only problem when you young, ballin and you on a roll
Lookin for that 2+ me
Goin in on the mic like tony kukoc III
She said this is probably somethin we should keep low key
But see you tryna see the view and tryna see yo suite
Man the elevator keep goin up and its goin down
Headin up to the top floor, there’s more bottles to go around
I seen your pictures all over town, take it off and then drop it slow
Make her shake it I break the bank and you see how far that doctor go
Just don’t try to stop the show…

[Hook]
With all them badass friends you be thinking you a 10 but you a 8
(You a 8) Now that’s great (that’s great)
Girl I know that you a star and I see you goin hard for the cake
(For the cake) Now that’s great (that’s great)
Got a room full of hoes and they said we can put em on tape
(On tape) Now that’s great (that’s great)
With all them badass friends you be thinking you a 10 but you a 8
(You a 8) Now that’s great (that’s great)

[Verse 2: Casey]
She’ll probably never let me go, my chick always want me back
Running fast around that track, but we never overlap
Take your clothes off girl, this my world I’ll show you how to act
Peas N Carrots on her ?, oh man I probably throw a stack
Had her laying on her back, she was rubbing on my cack
Had a dream that my girl a stripper you should run it back
Up in bed throwing it back like a UFC match
Had that ass tryna tap, wonder how long it’s gon’ last
She said “Casey you that nigga, always said you was gon’ rap
And you got that shit done old boy you inspiring
I saw your potential when I used to give you problems
Now you just that nigga, boy I ? ”
She keep that money piling, but I collect the profit
I don’t trust these fucking banks, got a lot of cash and
Started living fast wit it, baby shake that ass for me
I ain’t know you had that in you

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mac]
And you know I’mma ball, ?, new bank account, please open that
Got ? cash, suite broken glass and I’m showing my ass in my photographs
Got a fucked up past but it ain’t that bad though, ? with some fat hoes
Ho puff puff pass if you rolling my hash, ?
Knew a girl named Becky that give that dome, don’t have no job but live alone
Money from her mom every weekend she tend to spend that on sniffing coke
Oh, you a nasty bitch, ain’t no 10 way below average
Got other fucked up things to say but we don’t even believe half that shit
Got a beat off Cardo, all around money Wells Fargo
Got girls in my pockets, like 8 of them hoes, yea I got cargos
I bet you gon’ stop, Casey, Mac, and Mikey Rocks
She likes to fuck, she likes to shop, problem is she likes the ?

[Hook]

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'Missed Calls (Nobody’s Home Yet Remix)' Lyrics - Mac Miller
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Hey..
It’s like..

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Long days, longer nights
You keep startin’ fights think you always right
Call you up to tell you I ain’t comin’ home tonight
Say you wanna leave me, it’s just talkin’ but I know you might
Now get along, I get along, I go
You sing along, to every song you know
You play your part, I’m playin’ mine
You breakin hearts, ain’t breakin’ mine
Since growing old is takin’ time, I’m actin’ like I’m 8 or 9
Trying to avoid talking to my old friends
See me, say what up and I’m actin’ like I don’t know them
Causing so much problems, why you doin’ that, doin’ that
Ripping people’s hearts out, you to cute for that, cute for that
I been on the same shit
We run into each other and it’s like we don’t even speak the same language
I guess people always going through changes
Didn’t think I would lose you once I got famous

[Hook]
Said baby I got missed calls and e-mails
All going into details
About how you just not happy and you think you gotta leave so
Go, go, I’ll be fine on my own, own
Said baby I got missed calls and e-mails
All going into detail ’bout how you used to love me
I keep changing like the leaves, hell
Go, go, you’ll be fine on your own, own

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
She tell me, “You an asshole, superficial douche bag
Wishing that you knew that, you could have these shoes back
All of this perfume back, necklaces and jewels back
All the shit you buy me she said, “I want you back
I can’t be seen again with you and all of your friends
It’s so hard to pretend that it’s like it was way back when
I thought you used to be the one, I guess you don’t have time
Cause all you do is grind and it’s got me losin’ my mind
You just don’t, don’t, don’t love me like you used to
Think I’m bout to lose you”
I’mma end this now before things just confuse you
Kept breakin’ promises you said you’d keep
So you can leave a message at the beep

[Hook]
Said baby I got missed calls and e-mails
All going into details
About how you just not happy and you think you gotta leave so
Go, go, I’ll be fine on my own, own
Said baby I got missed calls and e-mails
All going into detail ’bout how you used to love me
I keep changing like the leaves, hell
Go, go, you’ll be fine on your own, own

So go, I’ll be fine on my own
So go, you’ll be fine on your own
So go, I’ll be fine on my own
So go, you’ll be fine on your own

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[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Now gimme everything I ask for or end up in a cast ho
Never slowing down that’s why I’m gettin’ paid fast-forward
Standing on my money, that’s a cash flow (oh)
Smokin’ medical, sippin’ chemical I need a labcoat
From where they livin’ off food stamps that’s past poor
Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport
Yeah I made it out, made it up, and I’ll remain makin’ it up
Never satisfied what I make, no such thing as makin’ enough
Bitch I’m livin’ like its monopoly
Tryna dodge jail and I’m buyin’ up the property
Yo wifey was down with monogamy, til’ she started massagin’ me
But you can have a dollar ho, blame it on the economy
A young player at the tip-top
Bitch niggas hatin’, bad bitches wanna liplock
I could show you the ropes, since I got the game in a slipknot
From a city of G’s I’m just the one that was picked out.

[Hook: Big Sean]
Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
You might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man, everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah)
Boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?
Bitch I’m tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin’ my paper.

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Bitch, unzip my pants fore you try and take them off
Open wide, say ah then you cough
See I got so many shows, think it’s a season of Lost
Get money uniform, you can see I’m on my job
Ah damn, bitch you better stand in your lane
All my jams are so insane, you just Danity Kane
Straight pussy, and no balls
Rockin’ jeans and thug sandals, that’s a faux pas
Have em all like (Oh God) Everytime we showin’ off
True players what we is and true players don’t dissolve
They evolve into a Gotti, was illa then you thought you was
Now we in Bugattis ridin’ shotty when we shoppin’ for some good shit
I don’t claim no hood shit
But I guarantee you I ain’t on that Hollywood shit
Hey, unless it’s chilling up at Holiday Hills
And that’s sixteen bars, all of em ill (What)

Say Say Say
True players what we is and true players don’t dissolve (6x)

[Hook: Big Sean]
Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah) boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?
Bitch I’m tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin’ my paper

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Yeah,
I be eatin’ that pink slime
Hahaha
Here we go

Got my chick makin’ drinks with that cream
While i’m taking sips of that lean
Life ain’t a bitch, if you make a wish
You might break a record like me
Got a mil at the age of 19
But i may just give that back
To show my friends i can do it again
If i start it off from scratch

All i do is rap
You can run and tell them hoes that
Plumber, it’s nice with no rubber
She like when i f-ck her like that
This rap’s what i do
But i been fly, been fly
You’re now inside of my sick mind
That pink slime, pink sli…

Hook:
She get good grades suckin’ d-ck
What more could you ask for
Big ol’ butt, love to f-ck
What more could you ask for
F-ck with drugs, fall in love
What more could you ask for
What more could you ask
What what more could you ask

Go a hundred miles an hour
Ridin’ around the city
Smokin’ on that sour
Couple bad ones with me
Used to rock all my brothers clothes
Now designers brands got a bunch of those
Got a bunch of diamonds and a bunch of gold
Ridin body coffin like f-ck ‘em though
Hoes turn bad for that mess
I’m busting nuts on her fur vest
My life is like a circus
My head’s a little unfurnished
She on a roll, she needs this
Her ass round like venus
My penis, her cleavage
That freaky bitch, jesus

Hook:
She get good grades suckin’ d-ck
What more could you ask for
Big ol’ butt, love to f-ck
What more could you ask for
F-ck with drugs, fall in love
What more could you ask for
What more could you ask
What what more could you ask

I’m switchin’ up my flows
Sellin’ out these shows
Pop a bottle a don p
And spill it all on my clothes
Man mac is so grown
Made a business all on my own
These labels callin’ my phone
But i made this business all on my own
Gimme that bass bitch, i’ma bass head
Love to break shit ’til it make a mess
I wrote myself another blank check
I’m f-ckin it, do the aids test
Winner heisman, i’m mvp
I’m san marino, you sandusky
Mc hammer, they can’t touch me
Skateboard p, he be on that beat

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(intro)
i made this beat
uh,
yeah
alright i now wrote to it to
so would go like this
it’s like
really late and germ’s tryin’ to get home
so i’mma try and one take a mofoking song

(verse)
when you first start rapping everybody curious
then you make it happen and everybody furious
young kid curdy is, don’t know where the worry is
wanna be burried in my pittsburgh jersey bitch
nobody certain if you gonna make it
life give you some hurtin’ and gonna hate it
sometimes it leave you cold and it leave you naked
but, one thing for certain i’mma leave it fate is
still young but i’m wonder when my time could be up
when my time come i’mma smiling peace up
shorty sipping forties hanging out by the tree stump
so germ and me sorta making heads and it occured to me
you didn’t have to be like 33 to start earning cheese
without certainty we in for eternity
alot of style , a little money and some purple wig
me and my queen my girl, not freddy mercury
‘cause first word for free, anything that getting older
stand focus ’cause bullshit it was hopeless
so treat yourself like a damn professional
your first music check , damn incredible
every day feel like the best day ever
‘til every day feel like the best day ever
and you used to them days, kinda become a routine
you have it bad, wouldn’t fuck up a good dream
you realize that you’ll probably be away when
all the people die and you never get to say
and everything you always wanted to but never got the chance to
start to weigh you down, what can a a man do
i could’ve stayed around, probably can
sold a couple of shows, spend the last 2 years being down on the road
i guess, haven’t got to spend too much in my hometown
is what you make up a play, don’t be mistaken
all of you shook can take it,
broken beaten and wasted
still i wouldn’t traded ,and it was 5 o’clock
but my mind won’t stop
i’ve been thinking ’bout life pour syrop on pop
smoke a cigarette, it’s like i’m really trying to die
trying to keep my head on my shoulders
but my mind in the sky
i’m that moment when a gazelle and a lion collide
i’m a burned down doodle with a dominant side
yup, independent platinum ,wish you well passing
juvi out of the ice age, bitch outta max ‘em
i’ll be right in this shit and just relaxin’
let the time start passing

(outro)
yeah
so i just make my own beat
and decided i was gonna rap one or two
it’s like ,yup, took my chains off to rap this song
uh,almost dropped my big chain
who ever tought that i’d be standing in a booth with a big chain
guys i’m joking i don’t have a verse
alright pete

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Yeah,
I be eatin’ that pink slime
Hahaha
Here we go

Got my chick makin’ drinks with that cream
While I’m taking sips of that lean
Life ain’t a bitch, if you make a wish
You might break a record like me
Got a mil at the age of 19
But I may just give that back
To show my friends I can do it again
If I start it off from scratch

All I do is rap
You can run and tell them hoes that
Plumber, it’s nice with no rubber
She like when I f-ck her like that
This rap’s what I do
But I been fly, been fly
You’re now inside of my sick mind
That pink slime, pink sli…

Hook:
She get good grades suckin’ d-ck
What more could you ask for
Big ol’ butt, love to f-ck
What more could you ask for
F-ck with drugs, fall in love
What more could you ask for
What more could you ask
What what more could you ask

Go a hundred miles an hour
Ridin’ around the city
Smokin’ on that sour
Couple bad ones with me
Used to rock all my brothers clothes
Now designers brands got a bunch of those
Got a bunch of diamonds and a bunch of gold
Ridin body coffin like f-ck ‘em though
Hoes turn bad for that mess
I’m busting nuts on her fur vest
My life is like a circus
My head’s a little unfurnished
She on a roll, she needs this
Her ass round like Venus
My penis, her cleavage
That freaky bitch, Jesus

Hook:
She get good grades suckin’ d-ck
What more could you ask for
Big ol’ butt, love to f-ck
What more could you ask for
F-ck with drugs, fall in love
What more could you ask for
What more could you ask
What what more could you ask

I’m switchin’ up my flows
Sellin’ out these shows
Pop a bottle a Don P
And spill it all on my clothes
Man mac is so grown
Made a business all on my own
These labels callin’ my phone
But I made this business all on my own
Gimme that bass bitch, I’ma bass head
Love to break shit ’til it make a mess
I wrote myself another blank check
I’m f-ckin it, do the AIDS test
Winner Heisman, I’m MVP
I’m San Marino, you sandusky
MC Hammer, they can’t touch me
Skateboard P, he be on that beat

[Hook:]

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A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and would’ve tried
But when i held that 9, all i could see was my momma’s eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowing it’s hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived
Praying hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dogs ain’t have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick ish
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we g’s
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind’s eye i see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug’s mansion

Every corner, every city
There’s a place where life’s a little easy
Little hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it’s all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothing but peace love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thugs mansion

Thugs mansion, oh, oh
Nothing but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thugs mansion

Sometimes i see the world for how messed up it really is
Tell myself i’ll be the one to make a change in it
I could die tonight, not make it to the sunrise
Then i couldn’t heal the pain in it
I’m getting high to forget about the lows though
I get a paycheck spend it all on polo
Cause all the brands cover up my insecurities
Personally i ain’t nothing but an average joe though
And now i’m dressin’ so expensive for no reason
Cold world we living in, it’s below freezin’
I got some family can’t afford to cope
So i leave a little paper there before i go
I spend a thousand on a hotel, they poor and broke
Make me wonder who i’m praying to before the show
This a letter to whoever, i’m just tryna set you free
Remember love and remember me

Every corner, every city
There’s a place where life’s a little easy
Little hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, cause it’s all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothing but peace love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thugs mansion

Thugs mansion, oh, oh
Nothing but peace, love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thugs mansion

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Uh I got codie in my cup and bet some rest sippin
..fall in love I’m like bitch you must be trippin
I’m just tryin f*ck and she sleeps wishin
why you try to stunt you need to play a role position
never gave a f*ck and nothing bout my change
they roll up them blunts got diamonds in my chain
yeah you heard me I got diamonds in my chain
and it don’t make a difference if you grand in the rain
two hundred and shows I’ma kill more, I just soled out to fill more
got a million make a mill more
then I watch spot in the billboard
people lie numbers roll keep me high drugs is closed
rollin up, broke up watch the world go up the smoke

Hook:
I like my music real loud, real loud
and tryin shit out for me right now, right now
here she come, there she go never chasing after hoes
if you didn’t now you know
I will never keep your pocket slow
I like my music real loud, real loud
and tryin shit out for me right now, right now
here she come, there she go never chasing after hoes
if you didn’t now you know, never keep your pocket slow

I go weed up in my..you can bet your life I’m smoking
I’ll be talking till I’m chocking I’m forever puffing ..
your girlfriend ride a puff you got pot that bitch she stole
now she poppin that p**sy till that..
I’m the realest ever living most the..
so I got money for a mortgage, this time last year I was homeless
I get pees to go on rocket
see me coming and the rich get fire
this is my mouth I never go minded
lost my mom maybe I don’t wanna find her
make them hit haters gonna hate
ABC i’m on about kick, on the rain I never gonna change
I stood take the flew of your ..
you can call em the great white hoe
when I leave I take the shit home
gonna grind me cut it on my own
not a..tryin walk up and smoke

[Hook:]

I’ma get that Grammy soon
f*ck your magazine
you’re gonna have me sure
still f*cking magazine
have the team and that packing me
sure be bangin in the ..
when I ..highschool try f*ck to be
try to..faculty I’m a crazy little f*ck a thing
my ..white I experiment the drug but I will never f*ck with..
I made a million dollar still I think I’m on the pay
f*ck with me when you ..but you damn not strike
pull out raps, you got raps
turn time shit but you think about ..
I’ma lay low chill till that..stack
people lie numbers four
keep me high drugs is closed
rollin up poke up, watch the world smoke more

[Hook:]

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[2 Chainz]
Nine times out of ten, you a ten
If you scared, open up pills so you in
I wiggle it in, then get with your friend
Laugh now, cry later I hope you’re ticklish then–
Lets figure it out, I figured it out
Shawty so thick she put a dent in my couch
Dig in my wallet, I’m diggin’ her probly,
I told her lets kick it, karate! (damn)
Got a black belt on, versace! (uh)
Wanna get my eat on, hibachi!
Two chainz on with a pinkie ring
If Im your boyfriend you can have anything!
Anything, everything
I can upgrade you to better things
You hear that wedding ring?
And if you answer, we’re settling

[Pre-Chorus]
I’d like to be everything you want
Hey girl, let me talk to you

[Chorus]
If I was your boyfriend, never let you go
Keep you on my arm girl, you’d never be alone
I can be a gentleman, anything you want
If I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you go, I’d never let you go

[Mac Miller]
Yo I’m getting money, all these honeys say they love me
Buda belly, how I’m lucky, girls be rubbing on my tummy
I can be your man, get you everything you need
Have you ever had a rollie, …on your feet
And you can be my queen, couple thousands on the jeans
Cause I’m down to do some spending on the woman of my dreams
Marvin told us we should get it on, right here in the restaurant
Ain’t no point in waiting baby I can get you what you want
Leprechaun gold I got leprechaun gold,
And I came out hot like I was stepping on coals
But I never got cold, keeping extra long gold
For a rainy day, need a vacation,
Name a place we can go, where I’m tryna take you
We gonn need a boat, independent rap shit
My life is like the Beatles though,
Invest a big check to make sure you get fresh
Cause if I was your boyfriend, I’d treat you like a princess

[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]

[Asher Roth]
Now we can be like Selena and Biebs,
Wild and free, a couple, disobedient teens
Sneaking round to meet around like 2 o’clock in the ev’
Paparazzi in the … we just hot on the beach
Girl you hotter than me, let’s go fly overseas
Or just slide up in the closet, never finding the key
Cause 7 minutes in heaven ain’t enough for we’re together
Kisses to your forehead, while I slide my hands to second
Wait a second, smile …a text, I kinda be in arrest
I’m blind girl, I’m obsessed
Style and sundresses, legs and jeans short
Please pick me, love’s a team sport
I’ll be your boyfriend, jokes and pillow talk
Lay around in the undies, chill, play Tony Hawk
Dance slow in the dark, come roll with the …
Cause when I fall … hits, y’all gonna know who the cost, so JB

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

[Justin Bieber]
So give me a chance, ‘cause you’re all I need girl
Spend a week wit your boy I’ll be calling you my girlfriend
If I was your man, I’d never leave you girl
I just want to love you, and treat you right

[Chorus]
If I was your boyfriend, never let you go
Keep you on my arm girl you’d never be alone
I can be a gentleman, anything you want
If I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you go, never let you go

Na na na, na na na, na na na
Ya girl
Na na na, na na na, na na na ey
Na na na, na na na, na na na ey
Na na na, na na na, na na na ey

If I was your boyfriend.

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Okay my name YG and I came to play
f*ck then I bust a nut why ain’t perfect
yeah I’m a real nigga I aint’ got time to faith
to go..like a fam high would you mind ..
I’m on the grind to my mama f*ck un-identify
I keep mother f*ck bitch that’s my alibi
I’m laughing in your bitch p**sy ..
ha ha ha ha ha..
but anyway I’m getting paid
yeah I get it I’m live it
choose the game like the spider
in my house I got the killer
big big daddy and your bitch know
we outside smoking air
and my mama being hoe, and my mama being..
I’ma be keep young nigga and my mama friends no
looking for a bottle what’s a rock in this ..
when this aint’ f*cking don’t
I would ..

Hook:
Real nigga, real nigga I ain’t never lie
chain hoes like channels got this bitches ..
see that puff puff ..nigga how to ..
and I’ll just show you how to make it in America
how you ride, how you ride on the 24 bitches
hotel room we to the 24 bitches
yes that’s how I’m living and I’ll never change the price
Livin’..

on the thousand on the brief case like I wanna swip stakes
party would a risk party with a cheese place
I really hate ..would you see grade
right under the world on my shoulder right on the ..
give me EW pills turn them ..still
I got them ..for you and they..
got expensive clothes and sense of ..
designer brand that is never oh
a second phone and I’m never on
beating flame your ..and arrest your road
and that’s p**sy and for money
it’s Mac Miller watch for a hundred
so hit me up with that dust to split
you mad the little white f*ck you bitch
sorry next time you’d better cuff that shit
’cause she ain’t never gonna get enough for this

[Hook:]

Okay I’m running to the city to the top down
the first day of summer nigga top down
I got a bunch of flow nigga punch down
’cause save the white room but nigga white pound
I hit the block and a young nigga don’t just get your bitch
..your blond on my own what the f*ck is going on
that the really ..she only look good in my ripper
I meet the bitch see the bitch f*ck the ..and I leave the bitch
f*ck em with the lights on and she aint even seen it
and if she look bad you know I’ma hit the bitch
she look bad you know I’ma hit the bitch
now she all like a nigga like ..
I’m on mark I’ma dough I’ma tripper that
risk go all but my ..go stupid and..
I’m the shit bitch show you nigga stupid
but I heavenly ..can you protect me from ..

[Hook:]

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