Goosebumpz Lyrics

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 cocaine
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 sucks, 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 dick
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 sluts
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 pussy 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 pussy 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 pussy, tight fit
She loves to sniff that white sh*t
F*ck free, no charge
I play with that pussy like Mozart
Eat that pussy, I won't starve
Love the pussy 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 sluts
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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