Goosebumpz (Bonus Track|Explicit) - Mac Miller

Better act right 'cause I smack dykes

Give 'em blow and a bit of that bagpipe

***** wanna live that rap life

But I already hit that last night

Think you're ******* with me huh

Must be hittin' that crack-pipe

I be makin' my money

Thank God I learned how to add right

My cash like that c*****e

Give me more say give me more

Don't worry 'bout it ain't no thing

Big-titty hoes in my videos

Classy ***** don't kiss and tell

Smack her a*s and then wish her well

Life sucks better give 'em hell

Get money **** girls free biggavel

A million in my briefcase briefcase

'Bout to shop for some real estate

'Bout to party with **s though

Turn it up ***** feel the bass

Throwin' money in your face

Feelin' good livin' great

Bad ******* in different states

It's like I think I'm Vincent Chase

With porn stars sports cars

And my crib got a courtyard

How we get all this money though

You know how big his tours are

Greedy ***** you a needy *****

Want some money but need some dick

And my belt monogram

When I die bet she **** my hologram though

When I die bet she **** my hologram though

When I die bet she **** my hologram

When I die bet she **** my hologram

My hologram

We in my black Benz windows up

Gettin' head smokin' blunts

Everybody know what's up

And I turn them girls to sluts

Crib's like a mob boss

My ***** get my car washed

We non-stop my dick out

Her jaw drop

'Cause all we do is ****

****-**** ****-****

All she wanna do is ****

****-**** ****-****

All she all she wanna do

Is **** ****-**** ****-****

All she wanna do is ****

****-**** ****-**** ****

Don't I look like a ** dealer

Don't I look like I'm somebody

Killin' beats with that Murder Inc

Don't I look like I'm Irv Gotti

Ridin' through in my hippy van

You broke ******* don't give a d**n

You softer than the Michelin

Your ***** put her p***y on Instagram

Better go hard when my flow starts

They're brand new with their old cars

Your pockets is on low carbs she do a show

She a pollstar

In the penthouse with the pants down

With the camera out no hands now

Them hard **s we don't ran out

Can't believe that's somebody grandchild

She's so bad but I like it

Wanna hear your p***y I'll mic it

My credit card bill is righteous but

Girl that a*s is so priceless

Spend the night with the right *****

My dick ill my pipe sick

Small p***y tight fit

She loves to sniff that white ****

**** free no charge

I play the p***y like Mozart

Eat that p***y I won't starve

Love the p***y with my whole heart

***** named Layla my Clapton ho

Give me head

Put the Benz in captain mode

And my belt monogram

When I die bet she **** my hologram though

When I die bet she **** my hologram though

When I die bet she **** my hologram

We in my black Benz windows up

Gettin' head smokin' blunts

Everybody know what's up

And I turn them girls to sluts

Crib's like a mob boss

My ***** get my car washed

We non-stop my dick out

Her jaw drop

'Cause all we do is ****

****-**** ****-****

All she wanna do is ****

****-**** ****-****

All she all she wanna do

Is **** ****-**** ****-****

All she wanna do is ****

****-**** ****-**** ****

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