Mac Miller
Mac Miller - Bill lyrics
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[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas] And he's still so delusional Stupid low as burials at funerals Fucked the fame, dropped an album Dipped with the recoupables My hoodie up, hide my face cause I ain't not good enough My bitch stay my bitch, so don't look She keep that pussy tucked Now things are looking up Recommend the mescaline digesting your intestines With intentions of a section? up Heavens no, my head is high cause hell is cold The bitch I'm smashing into fashion But I know the devil wear a leopard coat Back when Johnny Carson was dicking down Dolly Parton Beg your pardon this my third life I'm parking on the turnpikes Searching for the circus lights These demons never worked for Christ Ain't fuckin with no churches, we was all about that murder life Samurai, murk you like you sure I'm nice Syrup turn to purple Sprite, you find that shit that we already know Sick of politickin, as they talkin, trying not to listen [Hook] On the real young goon? Real young goon I'm a real young goon [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] It's the blackest piece of trash they done seen in a RV park So holla at your guala if ever you feel your weed sparse, nigga Salty tee off with us just know that T brought villain My nigga we all itching to see you drop I don't wanna chop it up never fronted like I'm the nicest Faze him not the slightest, aim stainless tour your iris Take paper out your pocket, as sure as Toyo tires round That fucking little schisty clown is back in full effect Little teeny tiny Sweat, he biting bitches by the neck Got my fucking dick as long as lists of shit I should regret I'm just a little bit depressed that's why the winter fit him best I guess a little biased to the cold, mix the Ritalin and sess Because I like the highs and lows and I also like the checks That I'm siphoning from shows, bitch and triple six the set Run it back, tight as Corey Duffel pants Doing niggas dirty as the motherfucking plunging cap My main and my ex screaming like it's a habit I move immune in between ?em because I'm diplomatic Catch me in your city passive, cleaning up my shitty act And bitches say them gritty raps be making up for shit he lacking Sixes and them kitty cats that got him missing Jerry's Thomas Burpin' words that's hotter than the pocket where he carry chronic Very awesome so spare the comments, I'm bi-coastal Paid and chugging forties you niggas can keep your wine toasted No high, no moving in that fine dutty wine motion Load and tell a cop to suck a dick with my fly open, nigga [Verse 3: Bill] Look, fuck these written I don't watch 106 and Park I skate through the park in my 106s Smoke blunts in the dark with some porno bitches You just see the spark in the blunts like I'm porno flickin Got the hormones tripping, I'm also dripping Daily breads tatted on my chest and my torso And it's never gonna fade and like me eyes So I got trip like? eyes wider than Ohio I'm going global, what you ain't a local? Going postal if you think we won't go through what you won't do Watch the throne muthafucka cause we noted you Older school Most Dope solider I got the pro with tools Me and Clock get it in like we supposed Just don't act like you know us when you see us getting over views You're older news, I choose to move over you I watch like a boat, now I'm colder than a frozen you You don't know where we're going so just hold the news I never got over fake rappers and the overview I'm not a rapper, I'm just scolding you So go home, we folded you Like Wallace, I'm just holding you [Outro] You can't see me, when I'm rolling I got that weed nigga, so I'm swerving Niggas know me in the hood Niggas call me Tina Turner Roll a? and get turnt up Nigga we burnin, bitch nigga