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He Who Ate All the Caviar – Mac Miller

[Intro]
Fuck you mean, “I’m drunk,” mo’fugga?
You crazy?
Shit, you didn’t say that a hour ago!

[Verse 1]
Uh, I made more than this money, don’t label me as no business
Came up in this country, started out in the Civic
Pray for rain til’ it’s muddy, praying more than just sunday
Eating good, I’m still hungry, left no evidence on these dishes
Watching movies, no sound, smoking weed in this dope house
And my bitch coked out, smoke loud when she go down
Damn, this the life, riding on Gary Fisher bikes
Know the kid is nice, piece of cake, you won’t get a slice
Any time of night, hide your kids, hide your wife
Find a sip, bottle Sprite, high as shit, blind a bitch, dynamite
Bitch, tell me what your problems like
(I wanna know, for real, I just wanna know)
Just got the pipe, we could talk all night, sike

[Hook 1]
I get money, I fuck hoes
I wear really nice clothes, I
Go to the club and buy all Patrón (all of it!)
I get a lot of
Bitches who love to suck my dick (bitch!)
I made a lot of money
I’m real motherfucking rich (I’m so motherfucking rich!)

[Hook 2]
I get money, I fuck hoes
I wear really nice clothes, I (you’re a bitch!)
Go to the club and buy all Patrón (cash, motherfucker)
I get a lot of
Bitches who love to suck my dick (slut-ass hoes)
I made a lot of money
I’m real motherfucking rich (I’m so motherfucking rich!)

[Verse 2]
Why the fuck did I start this? Now, I’m spitting retarded
That bassline, made that, that’s the hardest
Regardless, I could get this yardage
Cause I’m a quarterback, bitch, gimme my quarter back
Change, vending machine, make it rain
Buying out the whole bottom floor, buying out the whole bottom drawer
Buying out the whole bottom row
There’s ice in my mouth right now, lemme chew that shit, bitch, I’m cold
Yeah, I’m cold, all you rappers, you old
Don’t go to award shows cause they smell like nursing homes
Yeah, never wanna get nominated
Yeah, I do, I’m just pissed I haven’t got nominated

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[Hook 1] + [Hook 2]

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Rush Hour – Mac Miller

I give a fuck less and less everyday
The more you give a fuck, I guess the less you make (Money)
Homie we just out here tryna elevate
Heaven is a crime scene, stand behind the yellow tape
I started making money in eleventh grade
Soon as I learned that the more you do, the less you wait
Got a bigger crib, always use the extra space
Shit was so different in 2008
Growing pains, fill the open veins with Novocain
Relapse, I eat that, I don’t complain
I’m just rambling
You want war, send N64 Blitz champions (Sucker)
Out of space channeling, brain damaging
Heavy rain game cancelling, proud to be American
They tell me “Get yourself straight
How much more money can you make?”

I’m just tryna grow up old and rich
Maybe get married to a local bitch
I be, I be, I be, I be over shit
The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness
I’m just tryna grow up old and rich
The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be over shit
The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness

I’m a deranged motherfucker, took too many uppers
Now it’s rush hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker
I stuck around for the past six summers
Karma is a bitch and that bitch don’t love ya
We was in the attic you could smell the weed
Bitches getting naked, we was selling E
Bitches kissing bitches just like Ellen D
In the kitchen whipping biscuits, giving generously
I thank the lord I made it out, no STD
Lost a few too many brain cells, I’m special needs
They tell me “Get yourself straight
How much more money can you make?”

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I’m just tryna grow up old and rich
Maybe get married to a local bitch
I be, I be, I be over shit
The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness
I’m just tryna grow up old and rich
The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be over shit
The world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness

Ladies and gentlemen in attendance, good morning
It’s the baby face Don Dada checking in
And I want you to know
It ain’t about complaining, it’s about maintaining
Know what I’m talking about
Don’t ever become content because you will repent
Feel that, go get it
That’s your life, go live it
Pass me my Hennessy and my Grand Marnier
If you will

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Labido – Mac Miller

[Verse 1:]
I’m a mother fucking God, I swear
Everybody gonna die soon, I’ll meet you guys there
Somewhere in the after life imagine about a livin’
All my brothers sinnin’ I just pray they all forgiven
But, as for me I’ll take my thoughts… and stride
I got way too much pride to be along just for the ride
I’m way too high to go to Hell, I’ll be somewhere inbetweener
Look beyond horizons where the grass is always greener
Get lunch at the strip club, bitch be complaining
Always saying I don’t tip enough
I already blew my son’s college fund down at the casino
Betting on Pittino’s boys, I lost by a freethrow
Hella weed smoke, me and my amigos
Stacking c-notes, praying like Tim Tebow
I’m a has-been, word to Uncle Rico
Keep on smashing these freak hoes, high off labido

[Verse 2:]
I couldn’t kill myself if I tried
Suicide doors on my ride, coming down the 105, backwards
Wonder if Heaven got a passsword
Playing Sega Saturn, I ball like Jamal Mashburn
Still be fasting on the holidays
Nut inside a bitche’s mouth, tell her that it’s holiday’s… sauce
Star of David and the cross, garage door close
Trying to inhale exhaust
Exhausted, better call the cops quick
Cause I’m by myself going crazy in a moshpit
Left hook, right hook, uppercut
God and the Devil playing double-dutch

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I’m Ready – Mac Miller

Lirik lagu: I’m Ready

A-yo! I’m ready for whatever this world brings to me
I’m ready for the night, I’m ready for tomorrow
Whatever’s after that you know what I’m saying, let’s go
We stay fly new clothes on smoking on that drake till I’m so far gone I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
Baby girl you fly but we got away let’s take a drive by need to get away I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
Ain’t a damn thing change I’m happy to get away shawty’s in the morning she’s grabbing on me to stay
I’m ready for the next day, just text me, she said I hit it out the park like feinway
Aye it’s just one nights work after stay up late and sleeping in my shirt
Girl I gotta leave now I need to get to work I’m a young heart breaker believe me it’s a curse
Hey I stay focused cause the money comes first, but my real life situations I throw em in the verse
That’s the formula of the truth it’s more than what I do I’m exploring it for the proof
Who am I? Mother fucker who are you? Don’t be asking questions you should know the answer to,
You should know my name don’t forget me bout to take over the game I’m ready
We stay fly new clothes on smoking on that drake till I’m so far gone I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
Baby girl you fly but we got away let’s take a drive by need to get away I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
Uh yeah I’m ready to have the glory I’m ready to have the name, I’m ready to have the fortune, I’m ready to have the fame
When I get up in the game it’s never gon be the same, those to dumb to notice tell em to use their brain
I spend a whole day on the cloud firetrucks comin through tryin to get me down
Mom say she proud cause I’m stickin to my dreams, get myself out to big and better things
It’s the high life boy I live the fly life honey’s want my number cause I rhyme nice, ain’t that some shit she gave her girl the camera sayin can we have a pic, click so let us speak a thousand words shawty says she want me cause I’m down to earth, aha tell gravy you won’t forget me cause I’m headed to the top, I’m ready
We stay fly new clothes on soakin on that drake till I’m so far gone I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
Baby girl you fly but we got away let’s take a drive by need to get away I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready

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