Mac Miller – Goosebumpz Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Better act right cause 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 'bout 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...


[Hook]
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 non-stop, my dick out, her jaw drop

Cause all we do is fuck, fuck-fuck
All she wanna do is fuck, fuck-fuck
All she, all she wanna do is fuck, fuck-fuck
All she wanna do is fuck, fuck-fuck, fuck


[Verse 2]
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,
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, give me 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

[Hook]

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