Song | Loud |
Artist | Mac Miller |
Album | Macadelic |
Ladies and gentleman | |
This is Macadelic | |
Mother ******[Mac Miller: Verse 1] | |
Ugh I got codeine in my cup, you can bet your ass | |
I'm sippin' | |
Groupies fall in love, | |
I’m like ************ you must be trippin’ | |
I’m just tryna ****** and she just need tuition | |
Why you tryna stunt, you need to play your own position | |
Never gave a ****** and nothing 'bout me changed | |
Still roll up them blunts, got diamonds in my chain | |
Yeah you heard me | |
I got diamonds in my chain | |
But it don’t make a difference if you cryin’ in the rain | |
Two hundred shows, | |
I’ma kill more | |
I just sold out that | |
FillmoreGot a million, make a mil more | |
Play a number one spot on the billboard[Bridge] | |
Yeah people lie, numbers won’t | |
Keep me high, drugs is close | |
Growing up, po' a cup | |
Watch the world go up in smoke[Hook] | |
I like my music real loud (real loud) | |
Can you turn that ************t up for me right now (right now) | |
Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes | |
If you didn’t, now you know, never keep your pockets low | |
I like my music real loud (real loud) | |
Can you turn that ************t up for me right now (right now) | |
Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes | |
If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low[Mac Miller: Verse 2] | |
I’ma get that | |
Grammy soon, ****** your magazine | |
Jordan gonna hear me shoot, still ****** your magazine | |
Hammer team, in that pack with me | |
Hear that | |
Jerm beat banging, with a glass of lean | |
When I went to every high school class would be | |
Tryna ****** the female faculty | |
I’m a crazy little ******, think my head done ran away | |
I experiment with drugs but | |
I won’t ever ****** with yay | |
I just made a million dollars still | |
I think I’m underpaid | |
****** with me? | |
Kid no way | |
When you meet me, ************ stand up straight | |
Pump out reps, yeah | |
I got reps | |
Tryna talk ************t what you think about that? | |
For the pesos, getting bank rolls, | |
I’ma lay low chill, til | |
I let that stack |
Ladies and gentleman | |
This is Macadelic | |
Mother Mac Miller: Verse 1 | |
Ugh I got codeine in my cup, you can bet your ass | |
I' m sippin' | |
Groupies fall in love, | |
I' m like you must be trippin' | |
I' m just tryna and she just need tuition | |
Why you tryna stunt, you need to play your own position | |
Never gave a and nothing ' bout me changed | |
Still roll up them blunts, got diamonds in my chain | |
Yeah you heard me | |
I got diamonds in my chain | |
But it don' t make a difference if you cryin' in the rain | |
Two hundred shows, | |
I' ma kill more | |
I just sold out that | |
FillmoreGot a million, make a mil more | |
Play a number one spot on the billboard Bridge | |
Yeah people lie, numbers won' t | |
Keep me high, drugs is close | |
Growing up, po' a cup | |
Watch the world go up in smoke Hook | |
I like my music real loud real loud | |
Can you turn that t up for me right now right now | |
Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes | |
If you didn' t, now you know, never keep your pockets low | |
I like my music real loud real loud | |
Can you turn that t up for me right now right now | |
Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes | |
If you didn' t, now you know, never keep your pockets low Mac Miller: Verse 2 | |
I' ma get that | |
Grammy soon, your magazine | |
Jordan gonna hear me shoot, still your magazine | |
Hammer team, in that pack with me | |
Hear that | |
Jerm beat banging, with a glass of lean | |
When I went to every high school class would be | |
Tryna the female faculty | |
I' m a crazy little , think my head done ran away | |
I experiment with drugs but | |
I won' t ever with yay | |
I just made a million dollars still | |
I think I' m underpaid | |
with me? | |
Kid no way | |
When you meet me, stand up straight | |
Pump out reps, yeah | |
I got reps | |
Tryna talk t what you think about that? | |
For the pesos, getting bank rolls, | |
I' ma lay low chill, til | |
I let that stack |