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Correct Pranks 4 Players Lyrics
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Correct Pranks 4 Players
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[Intro: Casey Veggies] [Verse 1: Mac Miller] It go rock-a-bye baby What if I'm fuckin' with my butterfly lady In the backseat of the 'Cedes, or the Saleen Something that I cop, made in the eighties I've been lost inside this puzzle Rearrangin', keep on sayin' I'm a god damn fool Tell me quit playin' I'm like, "no can do" Been through this bullshit Actin' foolish as a dude that's hit with Cupid doings Music is the key to everything I keep pursuin' Bitches used to do the friend thing Now they ask me what I'm doin' Trying to give me head before the show Go out, I'm interviewin' with a student newspaper Maybe with the radio Curb Your Enthusiasm Huh, the Larry David Show It's something that we probably watchin' while we be gettin' high Step aside if anybody think they lookin' fresh as I am With my Daily Bread hoodie and a floral hat This shit these rappers talkin 'bout I'm getting bored of that [Hook: Mac Miller & Sir Michael Rocks] This, or that And a wiffle ball bat Make a million dollars Then I give it all back These rappers talking shit When they shit is all wack Yeah I said it on wax Pulling stars from the sky Live large, get high Women lie, men lie But we always fly At the end of the movie Dubs always cry Pulling stars from the sky Live large, get high [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] It's all live, baby Golded up like Tut It make guys hate me But I ain't giving a fuck I tell them, "drive safely" How dare a man lift his hand at me Like I'm goin' flinch, I'm not no bitch With the concreature concrete monuments Your man prolly pack his bag if you tryin' to trip Nick Bruno, Boldy James kinda shit It's like the Godfather, y'all gotta honor this Tryin' to split the money up like communists You should shake the person hand that put you on to this Hold up, that's the swag you would kill for (kill for) What the fuck you tryin' to chill for (wake up) Are you alive or a still born Cause you really ain't livin' till you get yours Sky's the limit, we could build doors Open 'em up, nothing gon' be closed, I'm sure [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks & Mac Miller] This, or that And a wiffle ball bat Make a million dollars Then I give it all back These rappers talking shit When they shit be all wack Yeah I said it on wax We pullin' stars out the sky Live large, get high Women lie, men lie But we always fly At the end of the movie Dubs always cry Pullin' stars out the sky Live large, get high, ha
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