O.k Lyrics - Watching Movies With The Sound Off - Mac Miller

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac 

Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em 

Girl, shake that body 

Whoa, what do we have here? 

People wanna know how we could be that weird 

How many hoes wanna clean Mac's beard? 

I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo 

My bitch suck, she a vacuum 

Fuck her in the ass every time I'm in a bad mood 

Ain't got a choice, know she do it cause she have to 

I hit it raw while I'm listening to Papoose 

No respect cause you wear a V-neck 

I mean stress, pressure that could even make Keith sweat 

I wish Narnia was on a GPS 

I wish Rihanna was DTF 

I got rich with these rap songs 

Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone 

Album filled with all sad songs 

But this the one that I can laugh on 

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Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac 

Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em 

Girl, shake that body 

Girl, shake that body, them ass and totties 

I want to see them cankles at my hotel lobby 

Bitch, why you so damn snobby? 

Your ass flatter than the back of my head 

I bought you dinner now it's time to pay me back in some head 

Or I'ma have my little sister beat the back of your head 

I'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a dickhead 

Asshole area where my gooch sag 

Little momma got salty at me, she started talking tough 

So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up 

Popped a hundred mollies, fixed sherm, think I was sparking up 

A bottle of Zima, the beamer, I started parking up 

Seen my nigga, Mac, and he hopped in the back 

And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs 

And bitch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade 

But I'm a bitch-ass nigga so I say 

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Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac 

Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em 

Girl, shake that body 

T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy, making sure you niggas don't win like referees 

Looking for the bitches that love to suck peewee 

Herman, I'm a vermin 

And you could tell I golf with my hat, man, fuck Thurnis 

I'm at IHOP's and eating with Tyler 

Drink cocoa then double-team Mariah 

But please, don't tell Nick 

We were all watching movies at a Motel 6 

Like ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha 

I hope Kendrick fuck Gaga 

If Madonna on the Kabbalah 

Then me and Snoop could chill and be Rastas 

I don't need Prada to show you I'm rich 

Pulling out the llama like "Show me your tits" 

Keep crying cause I still ain't over my bitch