Mac Miller - GooseBumpz lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Better act right cause I smack dykes

Give em blow and a bit of that bagpipe

Bitch wanna live that rap life

But I already hit that last night

Think you're fucking 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 bitch, don't kiss and tell

Smack her ass and then wish her well

Life sucks, better give em hell

Get money, fuck girls, free Biggavel

A million in my briefcase

Gotta shop for some real estate

Up at the party with drugs though

Turn it up, bitch feel the bass

Throwing money, in your face

Feeling good, living great

Bad bitches in dip 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 bitch, you a needy bitch

Want some money, but need some dick

I'm about monogram

When I die bitch she fuck my hologram though

When I die bitch she fuck my hologram though

When I die bitch she fuck my hologram

When I die bitch she fuck 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 bitch get my car washed

We don't stop, my dick out, her jaw drop


Cos all we do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck

All she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck

All she- all she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck

All she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck

Fuck


[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 bitches don't give a damn

You softer than the Michelin man

Your bitch put her pussy on Instagram

Better go hard when my flow start

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

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 pussy I'll mic it

My credit card bill is righteous but

Girl that ass is so priceless

Spend the night with

The right bitch

My dick ill, my pipe sick

Small pussy, tight fit

She loves to sniff that white shit

Fuck free, no charge

I play with that pussy like mozart

Eat that pussy, I won't starve

Love the pussy with my whole heart

Bitch named layla my clapton ho

Gimme head put the benz in captain mode

And my belt monogram

When I die bitch she fuck my hologram though

When I die bitch she fuck my hologram though

When I die bitch she fuck my hologram


[Hook]






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