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• Artiste: Mac Miller
• Titre: O.K.
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[Hook: Tyler, the Creator (x2)] Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em Girl, shake that body [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Whoa, what do we have here? People wanna know how we could be that weird How many hoes wanna clean Mac's beard? I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo My b*tch suck, she a vacuum F*ck her in the ass every time I'm in a bad mood Ain't got a choice, know she do it cause she have to I hit it raw while I'm listening to Papoose No respect cause you wear a V-neck I mean stress, pressure that could even make Keith sweat I wish Narnia was on a GPS I wish Rihanna was DTF I got rich with these rap songs Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone Album filled with all sad songs But this the one that I can laugh on [Hook: Tyler, the Creator (x2)] Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em Girl, shake that body [Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator] Girl, shake that body, them ass and totties I want to see them cankles at my hotel lobby B*tch, why you so damn snobby? Your ass flatter than the back of my head I bought you dinner now it's time to pay me back in some head Or I'ma have my little sister beat the back of your head I'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a dickhead Asshole area where my gooch sag Little momma got salty at me, she started talking tough So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up Popped a hundred mollies, fixed sherm, think I was sparking up A bottle of Zima, the beamer, I started parking up Seen my n*gga, Mac, and he hopped in the back And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs And b*tch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade But I'm a b*tch-ass n*gga so I say [Hook: Tyler, the Creator (x2)] Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em Girl, shake that body [Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator] T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy, making sure you n*ggas don't win like referees Looking for the b*tches that love to suck peewee Herman, I'm a vermin And you could tell I golf with my hat, man, f*ck Thurnis [Verse 4: Mac Miller] I'm at IHOP's and eating with Tyler Drink cocoa then double-team Mariah But please, don't tell Nick We were all watching movies at a Motel 6 Like ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I hope Kendrick f*ck Gaga If Madonna on the Kabbalah Then me and Snoop could chill and be Rastas I don't need Prada to show you I'm rich Pulling out the llama like "Show me your tits" Keep crying cause I still ain't over my b*tch [Outro: Mac Miller] Oh well... It'll be OK...