Mac Miller
Mac Miller - Futuristic Funk lyrics
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[Intro] Yeah, and it goes like.. Hey hey hey hey And I tell them fuck you, if you hatin So fuck you, we makin money bitch That's really all I gotta say Im'ma just start rapping and SHUT THE FUCK UP Bloaw [Verse 1] I said they actin like they better but they ain't ever been the shit Hows it feel to have a hundred thousand people on ya dick? Well, it feels good, homie you should probably try it If you never rocked a sold out show then keep quiet I gets busy on a track, workin double time Tryna find a foreign pussy just to put my tongue inside I be on top of the charts, your just an underline Tearin through the streets all these haters n suckers run inside Furious, fool probably wanna come and stomp me out Mad they got a girl, and I'm all that bitch talks about Be gettin money since I walked around my fathers house That dads be cop and search when I come and take their daughters out Paper comes in large amounts, I'm eatin like i should Surf n terf shit sink my teeth in something good They mad I ain't hood Naww I came to party hard Your grillin at me but I smile back, bitch party hard [Chorus] Cmon down, grab your girlfriend down, make her spin around Ain't no other motherfucker get the people this well What you want? some futuristic funk Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk We those kids gettin cheese on some cheetos shit Just fuckin for the night then we leave that bitch So what you want? some futuristic funk Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk [Verse 2] Hey hey So you probably heard I rap a ton, havin fun Never have I had a gun Vomit when I spit like I devoured something bad for lunch Tryna firgure out the way to get me rich, I have a hunch Like velma up or scoobydoo, confusing like a rubix cube Usually dont do this I be stupid just a nuisance All you seem to hear about I'm in ya ear: q-tip Yeah that's dude sick, sleeve with a few tricks Breath in a huge splif, weed come in two zips You like it when i burn it like a furnace When the erb hits Like it cuz I only smokin good baby turnips Bitch I'm fallin from the sky like bird shit Makin movies everywhere I go, call me Ernest [Chorus] Cmon down, grab your girlfriend down, make her spin around Ain't no other motherfucker get the people this well What you want? some futuristic funk Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk We those kids gettin cheese on some cheetos shit Just fuckin for the night then we leave that bitch So what you want? some futuristic funk Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk Like Uh, like uhhh.