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Think I can see a fucking
About to meet my
Brought a cup of Drano
Some Soda for the flavor behavior
With some psychopathic
Lonely as your with the bitches, he got special needs
Word to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on
My flavor from the nature, an acre for my recipe
They got my soul, but I don't let them take the of me
My melody, a little Kenny G's, it's heavenly
And my denim tailored, me and rapping
I'll be fucking with the fader, sipping mind
Actually, we for the fuck of it
Taking from you, gonna smack you out in public
We the republican government, of substance
Having consumption to a bitch
You're Banana Republic fit, go a dick
And your bitch looking like Itt, the ugliest

I said it must be the that got us thinking crazy shit
Groupie bitches wild enough to a baby's dick
Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty
Just for sizzle, gore-tex in case of drizzle

I said it be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit
up into the clouds where the angels sit
They down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead
So how'd I get this red dot on my

Yo, I don't perform the money's in my pocket first
After rapping my people out for octopus
We all a dedication to the fandom
Hold hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn
You see me peeling off a whip like when mother strip
Blow the dice, them shits, hit another trip
Shit, I'm on some
Hand's hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime
Understand I'm rhyming for this son of mine
And so my can be a lawyer and reap the spoils
We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my is Jay Buhner
Dawggie some of us just age sooner
I'm still twisted, rocking lizards a strange river
Forbidden jungle in the paper, point shaver
the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio
I been

I said it be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit
Groupie bitches enough to suck a baby's dick
Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred fifth
Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in case of

I said it must be the drugs that got us crazy shit
Looking up into the clouds the angels sit
They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm
So I get this red dot on my head?

Bitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as sauce
And constantly giving a bit of this ambiance
I was a minor, chasing vagina
None of my friends fake, but none of
My designer
Went from posted on stoops to smoking on
I came from that basement now look at view
Making this money, it all
Fuck what you did, show me results

Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly
Leather to the foot, horses I lead to the brook
If you locked, keep the chisel in the book
I see a in the mirror when I look
Look, I money but I make it back
I keep it true and ain't no faking that
I get a fade and then I fade to
Bet on the Razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored gat

I it must be the drugs
I it must be the drugs
I it must be the drugs
I it must be the drugs
I it must be the drugs
I it must be the drugs
I said it be the drugs
I it must be the drugs
I said it be the drugs

You was Mac with the cheesy raps
Who the fuck is Mac
This name say "crack dealing trap
Slash cap peeler, back with a black
Ass thicker than a snack snicker
Too fat to zippers"
And half is I'll do to Mac Miller
Now my first track figured
A nigga who treats his yak than elixer
Taps slicker than tiller
Goes around the room like his get finna
Oh you Mac
The fact's filtered in the picture
My man ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper
Yoohoo, I'm finna murder this brunette
Get pumped like a flat to become a flat fixture
A rap figure to like you hacked Twitter
I'll you Beastie Boy
You match your killer with that wigger
I'd rather attack or Jack Triller
He got track fillers for a
If he had Jigga on an
Wouldn't go cat where I'm from
Malcolm, I the thoughts off your balcony
King, you're from a of funny bones
Not quite the one I've known
You look like, you punched in flows
You were blows, bloody nose for your honey row
In the lunchroom gettin' yo money
a bully's Best Day Ever
With Nike's on your feet
through Blue Slide Park
I'm gon' rob this
On a party on Ave like he Donald Trump
Nigga me that shit
I liked you when you was Easy Mac
With the raps
Who the is Mac Miller?