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MAC MILLER lyrics : "Futuristic Funk"

yeah, yeah,
and it goes like:
hey, hey, hey,

and I tell them $#&@ you if you hatin,
so $#&@ you, we makin money (*##$!
that's really all I gotta say,

I'mma just start rapping and shut the $#&@ up!

i said they're acting like they better,

but they never been this %#@!,
how does it feel to have a hundred thousand people on your dick?
well, it feels good; homie, you should probably try it,

if you never rocked a sold out show, then keep quiet!
I gets busy on the track working double time,
trying to find a foreign #~!!@ just to put my tongue

inside
I be on the top of the charts, you're just another line
Tearin through the streets all these hatin suckas run inside I'm furious, fool probably wanna come and stomp me out,

mad they've got a girl, and I'm all that (*##$ talks about
but getting money since i walked around my father's house
Now dads be coppin a search when I come and take their daughters out.

papers coming in large amounts to me like it should,
surf and turf %#@!, sink my teeth in something good.
they mad I ain't hood and uh I came to party hard, grillin at me but I smile back, (*##$


[Chorus:]
come on down, grab your girl, make me spin em around,

ain't no other mother $#&@er getting the people this wound,
so what you want, some futuristic funk?
tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk?

we're those kids, getting cheesed on some cheeto's %#@!
just $#&@ her for tonight, then we leave that (*##$.
so what you want, some futuristic funk?

tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk?

so you probably heard our rap a ton, having fun,

never have I had a gun, vomit when i spit,
like i devoured something bad for lunch.
Tryin to figure out the way to get me rich,

i had a hunch like Velma of scooby doo, confusing like a rubix cube
i usually don't do this, I be stupid just a nuisance
all you seem to hear about, I'm in your ear, Q-tip

Yeah that dude sick, sleeve with a few tricks, breathe in a huge bliff
weed come in two zips
you like it then I burn it like a furnace when the herb hits.

you like it cause I earn it, smokin good veggie turnips
(*##$ I'm falling from the sky like bird %#@!,
make a movie everywhere I go, call me Ernest!



[Chorus:]

come on down, grab your girl, make me spin em around,
ain't no other mother $#&@er getting the people this wound,
so what you want, some futuristic funk?

tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk?
we those kids, getting cheesed on some cheeto's %#@!
just $#&@ her for tonight, then we leave that (*##$.

so what you want, some futuristic funk?
tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk?

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