Get It In The Floor Lyrics - The Jukebox - Mac Miller

Y'all ain't doin' jack shit, just a buncha has beens 

What the fuck happened? why you stop rappin? 

Huh? 

I'm the future, tryna ball like a hoopa 

Attack a beat like a cougar, rouga [?] 

Who da... dude that wanna come and talk shit 

I'm so fly, high up in my cock pit 

The tapes comin' boy wait until I drop it 

It's some hot shit I know you gon cop it 

It's like tha carter 3 mixed with da chronic (classic) 

Plus some big l and nas hits 

I tell em watch this, start spittin out rockets 

Light a beat up like some fiber optics 

Pause... you ain't seen this yet kid 

Ressurectin this dmx diff 

On tracks I be doin them bmx flips 

Sex chicks and move on up to the next bitch 

Big like texas don't mess with tha freshest 

Yeah I spin electric my set is the best 

In the PA, country, continent, the world 

Cryin lil bitches I ain't startin with u girls 

It's Mac (it's Mac) It's Mac jump back 

Dumb raps and my lungs is black 

Uhh yeah it's mac, say it again 

Chest collapse when you takin it in 

I'm playin to win spittin it right 

We just a couple a kids livin the life 

And I'm stayin sharp like the end of a knife 

And ya girl come to me cause u ain't hittin it right 

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Haha ay yo that's how it go down, don't even need a hook for this shit know what I'm sayin? I'm just keep on spittin let this camera keep roliln and shit 

Lesson, if you wanna play with da kid 

See don't come bull shittin sayin you spit 

Say you, up and comin but just buggin 

I don't rap for the stacks I rap cause I rap 

And mac be the cat with the haze and the dro 

Games for the doe I'm the next up to blow 

Stretchin the flows I'm that all white 

Yeahh 

And spark mic's like a shark bite 

You as bright, bout as bright as a car light 

Hahaa 

And you ain't tight you just all right 

I'm as nice as a calm night 

Chillin with some broads bout as raw as a bar fight 

Cannon on me any more the base bumpin through tha floor 

Make veterans feel like they ain't did it before 

I'm a black belt bitch get ya ass kicked 

My weed bomb you could smell it through the plastic 

Take a whiff, please all ya senses 

In this rap shit they call me God's apprentice 'cause 

They say the kid got the hardest sentence 

Feelin like a pitch from Roger Clemens. 

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That's how it go down 

You know how it is all day 

Mac miller, easy mac the juke box. 

Play any beat muhh fucker, I'm a murder it 

Career criminal 

Serial killer.