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Mac Miller

Genres: Hip-Hop

Slapboxin Lyrics - Mac Miller

Uh 

Yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah 

Yeah, uh 

 

I came through whippin' somethin' clean like a bald head 

Bitch with me drop dead gorgeous, plus she well read 

I'ma get brain on the plane if it's overnight 

I'ma maintain in the game, I ain't overnight 

Colder than some polar ice, or like the ghost on poltergeist 

Opinions suck, I know I'm nice, money talks, you overpriced 

I'm doper, fuck a sober life, you local, you ain't smokin' right 

My weed loud as Hulk Hogan fights when he rip the shirt 

On the throne, you kickin' dirt, sip this purp, and spit berzerk 

You a bitch, your chick a flirt, stop your crying, get to work 

I talk shit, got the stats that'll back it up 

My shit adding up, racking up a plaque a month 

And that loud ass bass you hearin', that's the trunk 

That vibration on your body, now that's a bump 

You can tell us who you are, you don't have to front 

You ain't a captain, you just Captain Crunch 

 

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Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now 

I came in real, and you came through frontin' 

You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin') 

All that money don't make you nothin' 

Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now 

I came through real, and you came in frontin' 

You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin') 

And all that money don't make you nothin' 

 

I rock A-P-C's, some B-A-P-E's 

So many different clothing brands, I got A.D.D 

Bought a big ole' crib, you can picture me in it 

Just decided that the sky isn't really my limit 

Somethin' cold in my cup, some weed, rollin' a blunt 

Smile long, like I convinced Oprah to fuck 

I think I lost my mind, need a Amber Alert 

You can't talk that shit unless you stand in it first 

Turn a bitch to fan, even hand her some merch 

To be a legend, you gotta start out with that amateur work 

And I paid my dues, walked humbly on an ego trip 

Sleepin' with a freaky bitch, you was chillin', chiefin' fifth 

Doin' drugs with a porno chick, watchin' porno flicks 

Make her own movie and I'm scorin' it, I'll see you in hell 

Before I see you winnin', did it myself, and I beat the system 

 

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Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now 

I came in real, and you came through frontin' 

You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin') 

All that money don't make you nothin' 

Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now 

I came through real, and you came in frontin' 

You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin') 

And all that money don't make you nothin' 

 

Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now 

I came in real, and you came through frontin' 

You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin') 

All that money don't make you nothin' 

Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now 

I came through real, and you came in frontin' 

You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin') 

And all that money don't make you nothin' 

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