she under my arm, Lay down hittin' L lookin' up at the stars. I tell her listen I ain't gonna do you wrong, forget what you hearin' on my songs. My
my Laneys, switchin' lanes Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut wit' laser Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin
a hand that'll rock ya cradle Cream you like cheese, spread you on my bagle My Ford Explorer boomin' with the clumped-up funk All you jealous punks can't stop my
m playin games with hoes turn they hearts to jello "L" rolled from my wrist to my elbow Hella smoke got my eyes red like Elmo Music that I make got me
mess cause hes garbage my trees rolled, beauty cause the weed is forign, and my homie bought a yacht so we on it and drinks are pourin hoes admire my
I do Hey, it seems like every day I gotta filled up phone Ladies tryna text me sayin that they home for the Summer and they heard that I'm livin on my
earn your own chips Never lose focus Bang it til your ears goin deaf like Moses I'm on vibrate, buzzin' all crazy Haters gettin' mad cuz I'm fuckin' all they ladies
cupcake fuckface My fans notice these other rappers is bogus I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious And the boy stay, kickin' incredibly dope shit Make my momma proud cuz my
to the student body. My opponent, as you might have already heard, is Mac Miller. Now.. I know, hes the rapper who gets all the ladies, and hes the that
im rocking shows, see the lights from the camera Phones See my people and their hands is up Yeah the game my girl trying tease but dont plan to fuck My
i do just make them mad download new kicks to my ipad why ya girlfriend look like she's dressed in drag you a fag, this is forever, ladys in love with my agenda my
Mismatch mess, got my J's on wit some jeans lookin fresh Yes my colors match and I ain't no other cat lookin the kid Yeah none of y'all fuck with Mac
that might dolla, roll wit tha Bone, Mo Thugs of all her, changing remaining tha same, flamin my dank and drankin brew, thinkin bout that hangin, cleppin my
life 'Til the sun burn out, that's my word, move it with the burner out Fidel way of thinkin', roll with the Mac bent Ac-10 Most of my team, Five Percent
. Do It For The Fucking Ladie (Yea) It's Mr. do it for the ladies baby It's mr. do it for the ladies baby It's Mr. do it for the ladies baby Imma
slow shit she go down slow like a slow leak cop the car from the dealer pulled off thumbs up to the homie mac miller King kong young gorillia, my cup
Sippin' slow, she go down slow like a slow leaf Cop the car from the dealer pulled off thumbs up to the homie Mac Miller King kong young gorillia, my
DC Chillin, PG Chillin, Floor To the Ceilin Stuntin in my Billion-Air, Gear On My Millionaire Frames, that's money on my mind, wale [Bridge: Lady GaGa
