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mac miller - goosebumpz lyrics

[verse 1: mac miller]
better act right cause i smack dyk-s
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 t-tty hoes in my videos
cl-ssy b-tch, don’t kiss and tell
smack her -ss and then wish her well
life sucks, better give em h-ll
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 b-ss
throwing money, in your face
feeling good, living great
bad b-tches in dip states
it’s like i think i’m vincent chase
with p-rnstars, 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 d-ck
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

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we in my black benz, windows up
getting head, smoking blunts
everybody know what’s up
and i turn them girls to sl-ts
crib’s like a mob boss
my b-tch get my car washed
we don’t stop, my d-ck out, her jaw drop

cos 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: mac miller]
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 d-mn
you softer than the michelin man
your b-tch put her p-ssy on instagram
better go hard when my flow start
your pockets is on low carbs
she do a show, she a p-rnstar
in the penthouse, with the pants down
with the camera out, no hands now
those 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 p-ssy i’ll mic it
my credit card bill is righteous but
girl that -ss is so priceless
spend the night with
the right b-tch
my d-ck ill, my pipe sick
small p-ssy, tight fit
she loves to sniff that white sh-t
f-ck free, no charge
i play with that p-ssy like mozart
eat that p-ssy, i won’t starve
love the p-ssy 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

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