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Mac Miller

"How To Make It In America"

[Verse 1:YG]
Okay My Name YG And I Came To Play
f*ck,Then I Bust A Nut, N I Aim Her Face
Yeah I'mma Real n*gga, I Ain't Got Time To Fake
The Glock Like A Fan, Ha Blow Ya Mind Away
Im On My Grind Told My Momma f*ck A 9-5
I Get Money f*ck b*tches Thats My alibi
Im Laughing in Ya b*tches pus*y Like Hahaha
But Anyways Im Getting Paid, Yeah I get It How I Living
Treat The Game Like A Spider In My House, I gotta kill it
Okay Big di*k Bandit, Yeah Ya b*tch Know
We Outside Smokin That indo, And My Momma Bends Em, An My Momma Bends Them
I'mma Keep Young n*gga , and My Momma Friends know
Give Her A Bottle of Ciroc , and a thizz pill
N If She Ain't f*ckin Throw Her Out The Windshield

[Hook]
Real n*gga ,Real n*gga, I Ain't Ever Lie
Change Hoes Like Channels Got These b*tches Televised
Hit That Puff Puff, Now young n*gga Hella High
An I Can Show You How To Make It In America
How ya ride, how ya ridin, on 24inches
Hotel room whatre you drinking, 24 b*tches, yup
Yup thats how im living n*gga never check the price
Living fast like i got a second life

[Verse 2:Mac Miller]
Uh, A 100 Thousand In The Briefcase, Like I Won A Sweepstakes
Party with Aristocratic b*tches Bring The Cheese Plate
I Really Am This, And It Just Seem Great
Weight Of The World On My Shoulders Till My Knees Break
Give Em' E Pills, Tell Em Be Still
I Got Them Donuts For Ya n They Cream Filled
Got Them Expensive clothes And Extensive Flows
Designer Brands That You Never Own, A Second Phone That Im Never On
Eating Filet Mignon From Her Restaurant
And Thats pus*y, not before Money
Yeah It's Mac Miller YG Fo Hunnid
So Hit My Up With That dutch to Split
You Mad That Lil White Boy f*cked Ya b*tch
Never Time Ya Better Cuff Yo Chick,Cause She Ain't Ever Gonna Get Enough Of This

[Hook]

[Verse 3:YG]
Okay Im Riding Though The City With The Top Down
That's The First Day Of Summer n*ggas Hot Now
I Got Bars flow will Put You On Lockdown
This Ain't The Weight Room But My n*ggas Got Pounds
I Hit The Block Then I Bounce
She A Young n*gga Gon',Just Get Yo b*tch Quit Blowing Up My Phone
What The f*ck Is going On, Tell That b*tch leave Me Alone
She Only Good When My Whip or In Her Thong
Okay I Meet A b*tch,Beat A b*tch
f*cked Her Then I leave A b*tch
f*cked Her With The Lights Off She Ain't Even See The di*k
N If She Looked Bad You Know Ima Eat A b*tch
Now She All On A n*gga Like Cheetah Print
Im On Mars N My Flow On Jupiter,Wrist Go Dumb But My Chain Go Stupider
I'm The sh*t man I Have Yo n*ggas Stupider
Now Heavenly Father Please Protect Me From Lucifer

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