I do, I do And if you f-ckin? with it then you my dude, my dude We always down to dap or give a pound to those who got their thumbs in the air [Mac Miller
shit but I do, I do And if you fuckin with it then you my dude, my dude We always down to dap or give a pound to those who got their thumbs in the air
it yet but I do, I do And if you fuckin with it then you my dude, my dude We always down to dap or give a pound to those who got their thumbs in the air
pompes, un bol de cereales, une grosse pipe et je pars au charbon, j'chausse mes Nike air Senegal Du sang dans les bacs, j'debarque j'suis le Ma'Mac
cuz with the adirol shit ill be up for a week fuck it I'm done the hottest dude under the sun my ninja's outnumbered haters by 100-1 shoutout to mac miller
like we Lil' Malik We want that Powerball money, Easter bunnies, Wool-light money Hey dunny, we rock a half of mill and look bummy And bounce to the projects
gats Ya qirl qot hustle Nicki could pitch crack But Nicki rather chill Nd stack a mill While dese hoes Stai in hoods like rats 4 real Ma voice stai on dha track Like a mac
And, we slam niggaz, like we Lil' Malik We want that Powerball money, Easter bunnies, Wool-light money Hey dunny, we rock a half of mill and look bummy
damn, I ain't know it like that Nigga yea, still bankhead you can tell Ain't nothing changed but the name on the mill Still kicking doors with them thangs in the air
You ain't Heard Me Properly If You Speak Garbage, then we no Capice DC Chillin, PG Chillin, Floor To the Ceilin Stuntin in my Billion-Air, Gear On My
I'm ballin' I'm ballin' [Verse 1] Hmm, I love this game coz this game love me back I'm pushing a lac, smoking sacs like a mad mac Bringing me back, banging
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab Now I gotta work my wood grain wheel Poppin? trunks, poppin? grills, still poppin? seals High up in the hill with my mind on mill
you could take 2 to the mouth its illumni throw it up 2 to the south tell them deuces just put 2 in the air so sick said it must be the flu in the air
at, 'cause my 'causezin still ain't got no peace yet. So all you muthafuckas wanna know where I stand? Nigga I stand right next to my 'causezin E Mill
the head and I'm ballin', I'm ballin' I love this game 'coz this game love me back I'm pushing a lac, smoking sacs like a mad mac Bringing me back,
