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b*tch I Make That Booty Go
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Mac Miller
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Get the, f**k outta my face Byah I wake up, rub my eyes Dry vomit on my shirt The light bulb goes off my conscience is alert My ex girl hate me and the talkin' never work My demons have no reason and that monster be the worst Who lived this life well? I'm possibly the first Gotta saga, back by popular demand, I been honest man All my life, it's just the real, it ain't the wrong or right You think the b*t*hes wanna f**k you 'cause your songs is nice? Blood stains on my shirt, must had an awesome night Reincarnate, Ray Charles before he lost his sight I'm on the mic like, Jordan Nikes, try to sell my soul But the devil broke, he can't afford the price Shootin' pornos havin' boogie nights You a cookie cutter motherf**ker, pu**y type Sometimes I feel so blue but I'm still lookin' white sh*t I'm just like you, you said you just like who? Well I bust right through like enough when you love life too much in a plush white suit, shine what the f**k lights do And my wife just like her pu**y 'cause she up tight too Bro this my crib, where I live, who the f**k invite you? I'm a fat b*t*h addict, love my plus sized boo I told her roll over that roll over, that's fun times two Don't get it twisted 'cause these b*t*hes basically love dykes too I pulled up, pulled out, soon as I come I'm through, sh*t
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