Mac Miller - Bitch I Make That Booty Go lyrics

Get the fuck outta my face byah (Heh)

I wake up, rub my eyes, dry vomit on my shirt
The light bulb goes off
My conscience is alert
My ex-girl hate me and the talkin' never work
My demons have no reason and
That monster be the worst
Who lived this life well?
I'm possibly the first
Got a saga, back by popular demand
I been a honest man
All my life, it's just the real
It ain't the wrong or right
You think the bitches wanna fuck you
'cause your songs is nice?
Blood stains on my shirt
Musta had a awesome night
Reincarnate Ray Charles before he
Lost his sight
I'm on the mic like Jordan Nikes
Try to sell my soul but the devil broke
He can't afford the price
Shootin' pornos, havin' boogie nights
You a cookie-cutter motherfucker, pussy type
Sometimes I feel so blue
But I'm still lookin' white
Shit, I'm just like you
You said you just like who?
Well, I bust right through
Like a nut when you love life too
Much in a plush white suit
Shine, what the fuck lights do
And my wife just like her
Pussy 'cause she uptight too
Bro, this my crib, where I live
Who the fuck invite you?
I'm a fat bitch addict
Love my plus-sized boo
I told her roll over that roll over
That's fun time two
Don't get it twisted 'cause these
Bitches' bitches love dykes too
I pulled up, pulled out, soon
As I cum, I'm through, shit

This, is, the hook (yeah) This, is, the hook
(yeah) This, is (yeah) , the hook
(yeah) This, is, the hook (yeah)

Nobody guardin' this
Had it locked up before I started it
Retarded shit
Kinda like my father but don't Mark a bit
You see, I make it then they market it
Parked the whip in San Diego
Findin' out where Carmen lives
These are my hungover thoughts
I'm so ashamed in Notre Dame
With a hunched over walk, yeah
I like my bitches when they
Fuck more than talk
And have the halos of an angel
Hidden up in a box
This evil is the easel that we paint upon
And those divas ain't no divas
With no make-up on
I'm in the bed, she give me head like
"What's takin' long?" i'm like
"It's hard to finish when this
Fuckin' Drake is on"
But, it's my favorite song
I'm concentrated on the chord change
My impure brain, take it all the way
Ignore pain
"Why you suck my dick like it's a chore
Babe?"
I'ma turn these kids into a short stain
I'm too nice, always givin' you what you like
You can trust me, I'm like Dudley
I always do right
Bitches love me, must be the money
I'm on it tonight
Get the action then send her
Packed on a JetBlue flight
And nobody wanna fuck with a legend
I be on my shit
On a trip twenty-four seven, if you scared
Go to church i'm the God, I'm the Reverend
Most Dope be the squad that I'm reppin', shit

This, is, the hook (yeah) This, is, the hook
(yeah) This, is, the hook this, is, the

Well, get ready (Here comes the bridge)
Ooh, I hope you're ready
(Here comes the bridge)
Ooh, I hope you're ready, ready
(Here comes the bridge) i hope you're ready
(Here comes the bridge) let's go

I can sing a song if you
Want me to sing a song (Woo)
I can sing a song if you
Want me to sing a song
(Say somethin' mean to 'em, baby)
I can sign a song if you
Want me to sing a song, ooh
I can sign a song if you
Want me to sing a song
I can sing a song for ya (Keep goin')
If you want me to sing a song
I can sign a song for ya, hey hey
(Woo) if you want me to sing a song
I can sign a song for ya, hey hey hey
(Woo) if you want me to sing a song
I can sign a song for ya, hey hey
If you want me to sing a
Song, I can sign a song, you can sign along

Yeah this that motherfuckin' real shit
Only givin' you that real shit
This that motherfuckin' real shit
Real shit, this that real shit
Real shit, this that real shit
Real shit, this that, this that real shit
Real shit, this that motherfuckin' real shit
That real shit
This that motherfuckin' real shit
That real shit that I told you 'bout
The real shit, real shit
This that motherfuckin' real shit, real shit
Are you ready for some real shit?
That real shit, this that
Motherfuckin' real shit, woo