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post # 1 | 24.05.2011 , 11:50 PM
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Mac Miller - knock knock
This is gonna feel real good, alright?
Most Dope
Everybody please put your thumb in the air
(chorus x2)
1,2,3,4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
(1st verse)
I feel like a million bucks
But my money don't really feel like I do
And from the ground I built my own damn buzz
People was amazed I was still in high school
But now I'm OUT, and money WHAT IM BOUT'
Tryin to get so much I can't keep count
New kicks give me that ushion like whoopie
Keep a smile LIKE AN EAT-N-PARK COOKIE
Everything good, I'm white boy awesome
Up all night - Johnny Carson
I aint gotta Benz, no just a Honda
But try to get my money like an Anaconda,
Real, real long cross the country
Smoke joints in the whip, no COP can bust me
Driving to the stage, they applaud and scream
All them pretty LITTLE girls come and flock to me, yeah i rock the beat
(chorus x2)
1,2,3,4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
(2nd verse)
and i like my rhymes witty, all my dimes pretty
if you got weed you can come fly with me
i dont take pitty on them silly little hoes
milli vanilli,but this is really how it goes
mouth my words, dont say shit, shhh
shut up bitch and ride this dick
im just playin, lets have a ball
all we need is some weed, ho's, and alcohol, hey
dont forget it when im wreckin it
Etiquette the hell of it, smellin it when the L is lit
im flyer then a pelican
young fresh, but im so damn intelligent
girls giving brains, cause im actin like a gentleman
in deeper then the water michael phelps was in
finna have a party baby, you can tell your friends
we the type .... .... still settin trends
fuck a job, ima get these damn presidents
(chorus x2)
1,2,3,4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
Not a day, goes by, when I ain't gettin' high
They wonder why, don't I, go get myself a job
So I can make, them bucks
But I don't give a fuck
No I feel great, bitch I feel great
(chorus x2)
1,2,3,4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
Vulgar Display of Power
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post # 5 | 24.05.2011 , 11:57 PM
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Mac Miller - Nikes On My Feet
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cipher complete
Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nikes
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cipher complete
Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nikes
Nike, Nike, Nikes
Nike, Nike, Nikes
Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nikes
Nikes on my feet keep my cipher complete
Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nike, Nikes
[Verse 1]
Aye lace them up, lace them up, lace them up, lace them
Blue suede shoes stay crispy like bacon
Nikes on my feet make my cipher complete
Uh, I stay shining like the lights on the street in the night
Revis take me shopping when I'm up in New York
Hit the shoe store, go and cop a few more
You at the mall getting dinner at the food court
I'm at LA eating 22 course
Young boss bitch paper in my pockets
I got a closet filled with shoe boxes
Mom says my spending habit a little bit obnoxious
But a pilot stay fresh up in his cockpit
Used to rock hand me downs
Now I buy some clothes, wear them out
Hit the club bitches pull they cameras out
Living in a dream they beginning to believe
My hotel smell like cigarettes and weed
Shit, with what I'm spitting they should give me a degree
Good liquor what I'm sipping isn't cheap, uh
Finna blow, don't snooze, don't sleep
All I really need is some shoes on my feet
[Verse 2]
I make them so mad, they got no swag
Pippens on my feet, they the throw backs
Look, my moneys good but these hoes bad
So they stay attached to my gonads, uh
Waking up to a few L's
Open up my closet to that new shoe smell
I guess I'm going well
Smoking all the weed that I used to sell
But, once my album goes in the shelves
It's going Nextel how it's finna sell
For now we selling tapes out my shoe box
Any spot just set up my shop
You mad that your girl always says that I'm hot
She buying my T-shirt, but she's spending your guap
Say what up if you see me around
Nike Airs separate my feet from the ground it's just
Vulgar Display of Power
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