Mac Miller, Tyler, The Creator - O.K. (feat. Tyler, The Creator) - Bonus Track

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac (yeah), Mac, Mac Get 'em, ah (I got it) Girl, shake that body Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em, ah (oh shit, oh shit) Girl, shake that body (oh shit, oh shit) Get 'em Woah, what do we have here? (Woah) People wanna know how we could be that weird (that weird) How many hoes wanna clean Mac's beard? (My beard) I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo (uh-huh) My bitch suck, she a vacuum (let's go) Fuck her in the ass every time I'm in a bad mood (uh) Ain't got a choice, no, she do it 'cause she have to I hit it raw while I'm listening to Papoose (woo) No respect (oh), 'cause you wear a V-neck (oh) Got me stressed, pressure that could even make Keith sweat (woo) I wish Narnia was on a GPS (I wish) I wish Rihanna was DTF (bad bitch) I got rich with these rap songs (songs) Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone (it's all gone) Album filled with all sad songs But this the one that I can laugh on (haha) Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em, ah Girl, shake that body Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em, ah Girl, shake that body Girl, shake that body, them ass and totties I wanna see them cankles at my hotel lobby (no nigga, fuck you) Bitch, why you so damn snobby? (Uh-huh) Your ass flatter than the back of my head I bought you dinner, now it's time to pay me back with some head Or I'ma have my little sister beat the back of your head (uh, uh) I'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a dickhead Asshole area where my gooch sag Little mama got salty at me, she started talkin' tough So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up Popped a hundred mollies, fifth of sherm, think I was sparkin' up A bottle of Zima, the Bimmer, I started parking up Seen my nigga, Mac, and he hopped in the back And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs (motherfucker) And bitch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade (fuck you) But I'm a bitch-ass nigga (yeah), so I say Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em, ah Girl, shake that body Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em, ah Girl, shake that body T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy Makin' sure you niggas don't win like referees Looking for the bitches that love to suck peewee, Herman, I'm a vermin And you could tell I golf with my hat, bitch, fuck Thurnis Um, I'm at IHOP to eat with Tyler (yum) Drink cocoa, then double-team Mariah (let's do that) But please, don't tell Nick We were all watchin' movies at a Motel 6 (okay) Like ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha I hope Kendrick fucked Gaga (for real) 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 bitch, oh well It'll be okay