Mac Miller, Sir Michael Rocks - Pranks 4 Players lyrics
[Mac Miller, Sir Michael Rocks - Pranks 4 Players lyrics]
(We on tour right now) It's
Young Veggies right here
You know what I'm sayin'? We in the studio
(yeah) , Chi Town
I got my niggas with me (Ah yeah)
I got my people with me (Ah yeah) mac Meezy
(My boy) , Mikey watchin' this shit too ()
You know I'm sayin'?
(Swag, yeah, swag, swag, yeah
Swag, swag, yeah, swag)
Your swag's shit (yeah)
It go rock-a-bye baby
What if I'm fuckin' with my butterfly lady
In the backseat of the 'Cedes, or the Saleen
Somethin' that I cop, made in the eighties
I've been lost inside this puzzle
Rearrangin', keep on sayin' I'm
A goddamn fool
Tell me, "Quit playin', " I'm like
"No can do" been through this bullshit
Actin' foolish as a dude that's
Hit with Cupid's doings (O oh)
Music is the key to
Everything I keep pursuin'
Bitches used to do the friend thing
Now they ask me what I'm doin'
Tryna give me head before the show
Go while I'm interviewin' with
A student newspaper maybe with the radio
Curb Your Enthusiasm, ho
The Larry David Show
Was somethin' that we probably watchin'
While we be gettin' high
Step aside if anybody think they
Lookin' fresh as I am
With my Daily Bread hoodie and a floral hat
This shit these rappers talkin 'bout
I'm gettin' bored of that
This, or that, and a wiffle ball bat
Make a million dollars
Then I give it all back
These rappers talkin' shit when they
Shit is all wack (Ayy)
Yeah, I said it on wax
Yeah, I'm pullin' stars from the sky
Live large, get high
Women lie, men lie, but we always fly
At the end of the movie, dubs always cry
(Michael)
Pullin' stars from the sky (Michael)
Live large, get high
It's all live, baby (Baby)
Golded up like Tut, It make guys hate me (Uh)
But, I ain't givin' a fuck, I tell 'em
"Drive safely" how dare a man lift his hand
At me like I'm gon' flinch?
I'm not no bitch (Uh, uh)
With the concreature concrete monuments
(Monuments)
Prolly pack his bag if he tryna trip
Nick Bruno, Boldy James kinda shit
It's like The Godfather
Y'all gotta honor this (Honor this)
Tryna split the money up like communists
(Okay) you should shake the person hand that
Put you on to this
Hold up, this the swag you would kill for
(Kill for)
What the fuck you tryna chill for? (Wake up)
Are you alive or a stillborn?
'Cause you really ain't livin'
'til you get yours
Sky's the limit, we could build doors
Open 'em up, nothin' gon' be closed, I'm sure
This, or that, and a wiffle ball bat
Make a million dollars
And then give it all back
These rappers talkin' shit when they
Shit be all wack yeah, I said it on wax
We pullin' stars out the sky
Live large, get high
Men lie, women lie, but we always fly
At the end of the movie, dubs always cry
Pullin' stars out the sky
Live large, get high, ha
Young Veggies right here
You know what I'm sayin'? We in the studio
(yeah) , Chi Town
I got my niggas with me (Ah yeah)
I got my people with me (Ah yeah) mac Meezy
(My boy) , Mikey watchin' this shit too ()
You know I'm sayin'?
(Swag, yeah, swag, swag, yeah
Swag, swag, yeah, swag)
Your swag's shit (yeah)
It go rock-a-bye baby
What if I'm fuckin' with my butterfly lady
In the backseat of the 'Cedes, or the Saleen
Somethin' that I cop, made in the eighties
I've been lost inside this puzzle
Rearrangin', keep on sayin' I'm
A goddamn fool
Tell me, "Quit playin', " I'm like
"No can do" been through this bullshit
Actin' foolish as a dude that's
Hit with Cupid's doings (O oh)
Music is the key to
Everything I keep pursuin'
Bitches used to do the friend thing
Now they ask me what I'm doin'
Tryna give me head before the show
Go while I'm interviewin' with
A student newspaper maybe with the radio
Curb Your Enthusiasm, ho
The Larry David Show
Was somethin' that we probably watchin'
While we be gettin' high
Step aside if anybody think they
Lookin' fresh as I am
With my Daily Bread hoodie and a floral hat
This shit these rappers talkin 'bout
I'm gettin' bored of that
This, or that, and a wiffle ball bat
Make a million dollars
Then I give it all back
These rappers talkin' shit when they
Shit is all wack (Ayy)
Yeah, I said it on wax
Yeah, I'm pullin' stars from the sky
Live large, get high
Women lie, men lie, but we always fly
At the end of the movie, dubs always cry
(Michael)
Pullin' stars from the sky (Michael)
Live large, get high
It's all live, baby (Baby)
Golded up like Tut, It make guys hate me (Uh)
But, I ain't givin' a fuck, I tell 'em
"Drive safely" how dare a man lift his hand
At me like I'm gon' flinch?
I'm not no bitch (Uh, uh)
With the concreature concrete monuments
(Monuments)
Prolly pack his bag if he tryna trip
Nick Bruno, Boldy James kinda shit
It's like The Godfather
Y'all gotta honor this (Honor this)
Tryna split the money up like communists
(Okay) you should shake the person hand that
Put you on to this
Hold up, this the swag you would kill for
(Kill for)
What the fuck you tryna chill for? (Wake up)
Are you alive or a stillborn?
'Cause you really ain't livin'
'til you get yours
Sky's the limit, we could build doors
Open 'em up, nothin' gon' be closed, I'm sure
This, or that, and a wiffle ball bat
Make a million dollars
And then give it all back
These rappers talkin' shit when they
Shit be all wack yeah, I said it on wax
We pullin' stars out the sky
Live large, get high
Men lie, women lie, but we always fly
At the end of the movie, dubs always cry
Pullin' stars out the sky
Live large, get high, ha