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Mac Miller - Tribute Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
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I'mma say this to you niggas out there who think this shit is cool, cause it ain't cool, cause a lot of niggas doing a lot of fugazi shit out here man
Y'kno what I'm sayin?
These niggas that's flip-floppin, they pitching in they kitchens with these boys and they doing all so, and if you gay that's cool, but be gay and come on out and be that, don't be standing in front of us acting like a straight up G

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album, only for more sales

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Last name stoner, first name I'ma
Ain't nobody higher, sippin' on some Aunt Jemima
Champagne, campaign, bubbly for the hoes
So, fill up ya glass everybody make a toast

[Verse 4: Spark]
My belly rolls thru these Beverly hills
I see my soul shortly sold likke a treasury bill
The thought of being old and broke make me mentally ill
That's why all night I'm on a roll till i makke me a kkill
Just to makke a lot o...

[Verse 5: Prodigy]
Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your Audi
Temperamental, I snap quick, very touchy
Ayo my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
I rap like no one out there can fuck wit me
[Verse 6: Mac Miller]
It's a new day, fresh start like it's toothpaste
Take ya' head off you a toupee, I'm servin' bars like a soufflé
Rappers like to hate cause I'm chillin' and I'm gettin' all my tunes played
I do me though, kick a Ronaldinho
Mean flow, wear jeans low, see my cheeks ho
Long journey to the top of a ski slope
I keep away from all these haters and these mean hoes

[Verse 7: Spark]
Man I kkant quit shit
Stuck in shackles searching ballads for sad samples and savage example an bad emotion and xan tablets a
Passing habit done money makkin and backk stabbings
Kkill the illiterate, literally fuckkin slit her wrist to

[Verse 8: Prodigy]
I don't fuck around dunny, it's most real
I gave birth to your whole style and feel
How do it feel, to hold my dick in public
Cock blower, duplicate rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy

[Verse 9: Spark]
For every Hennesy glass, to all my fellas that passed
To every soldier meet Jehovah just by tryna make cash
To all my kkilla gorillas and chinchilla in villas
Realer than most of rap kkillas, really they just flow fillers just to..