Goosebumpz Lyrics - Watching Movies With The Sound Off - Mac Miller

Better act right cos 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 add 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 

'Bout to shop for some real estate 

'Bout to party with drugs though 

Turn it up, bitch feel the bass 

Throwing money, in your face 

Feeling good, living great 

Bad bitches in different 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 

And my belt monogram 

When I die bet she fuck my hologram though 

When I die bet she fuck my hologram though 

When I die bet she fuck my hologram 

When I die bet she fuck my hologram 

My hologram 

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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 nonstop, my dick out, her jaw drop 

Cause 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 

Photos 

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 

They brand new with they old cars 

Your pockets is on low carbs 

She do a show, she a pollstar 

In the penthouse, with the pants down 

With the camera out, no hands now 

Them 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 bet she fuck my hologram though 

When I die bet she fuck my hologram though 

When I die bet she fuck my hologram though 

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 nonstop, my dick out, her jaw drop 

Cause 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