Mac Miller Loud Lyrics

Artist: Mac Miller
Publishers: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Length: 2:51

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Ladies and gentleman
This is Macadelic
Mother Fucker
(hahahaha)
Ugh I got codeine in my cup
Bet you ask for sipping
Groupies fall in love
I'm like bitch you must be trippin'
I'm just tryna fuck
And she just need tuition
Why you tryna stunt you need to play your own position
Never gave a fuck
And nothing I'ma change
Still roll up them blunts
Got diamonds in my chain
Yeah you heard me I got diamonds in my chain
But it don't make a difference if you cryin' in the rain
Two hundred shows, I'ma kill more,
I just sold out that Philmore
Got a million, make a mil more
Play a number one spot on the billboard
Yeah people lie
Numbers won't
Keep me high
Judges croak
Growing up
Pro Cup
Watch the world go up in smoke

I like my music real loud (real loud)
Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes
If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low
I like my music real loud (real loud)
Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes,
If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low

I'ma get that grammy soon
Fuckin' magazine
Jordan gonna hear me shoot
No fuckin magazine
Hammer team, in that packer me
Hit a germ, be bangin' in the glass saline
When I went to every high school class would be,
Tryna fuck the female faculty
I'ma crazy little fuck good thing my head dont run away
I experiment with drugs but I won't ever fuck with yay
I just made a million dollars still I think I'm underpaid
Fuck with me? Kid no way,
when you meet me, bitches stand up straight
Pump out reps,
Yeah I got reps,
Tryna talk shit what you thing about that?
For the pesos, getting bank rolls, I'ma lay low chill, til I let that stack
People lie, numbers won't
Keep me high, drugs is close
Throwin up, pro cup

I like my music real loud (real loud)
Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes
If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low
I like my music real loud (real loud)
Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes,
If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low
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