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[Hook: Tyler, the Creator] Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em Girl, shake that body

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em Girl, shake that body

[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Whoa, what do we have here? People wanna know how we could be that weird How many hoes wanna clean Mac's beard? I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo My bitch suck, she a vacuum Fuck her in the ass every time I'm in a bad mood Ain't got a choice, know she do it cause she have to I hit it raw while I'm listening to Papoose No respect cause you wear a V-neck I mean stress, pressure that could even make Keith sweat I wish Narnia was on a GPS I wish Rihanna was DTF I got rich with these rap songs Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone Album filled with all sad songs But this the one that I can laugh on

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator] Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em Girl, shake that body

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em Girl, shake that body

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator] Girl, shake that body, them ass and totties I want to see them cankles at my hotel lobby Bitch, why you so damn snobby? Your ass flatter than the back of my head I bought you dinner now it's time to pay me back in some head Or I'ma have my little sister beat the back of your head I'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a dickhead Asshole area where my gooch sag Little momma got salty at me, she started talking tough So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up Popped a hundred mollies, fixed sherm, think I was sparking up A bottle of Zima, the beamer, I started parking up Seen my nigga, Mac, and he hopped in the back And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs And bitch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade But I'm a bitch-ass nigga so I say

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator] Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em Girl, shake that body

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em Girl, shake that body

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator] T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy, making 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, man, fuck Thurnis

[Verse 4: Mac Miller] I'm at IHOP's and eating with Tyler Drink cocoa then double-team Mariah But please, don't tell Nick We were all watching movies at a Motel 6 Like ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I hope Kendrick fuck Gaga 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

[Outro: Mac Miller] Oh well... It'll be OK...