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Mac Miller - Little Giants Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Miller]
Bitch just left the crib
I thought I was gonna get some pussy, but I was wrong
So I guess it's back to makin' these goddamn songs
Told my bitch she was right all along

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Well, this that motherfuckin' magic dust
I got a bitch and her dad to plug, it's only death after us
They used to laugh at us, fuck God and castle crush
Holier than holy, bitch, I'm motherfuckin' Lazarus
Mom used to take me into Toys "R" Us, tell me, "Pick one thing"
I say, "The [?] are half off"
I go home and jack off, we go out for sherbert
You turn around, get your back crossed, that's a curse word
Lyin' on the ADHD test, told the teacher I need prescriptions to beat stress
I just wanna nut on her ABC tеst
I'm as make-believе as the make-believe get
Demented, respected, childhood neglected
In somewhere outer-space, they were lyin', sayin' he present
Nah, he went left
I'm the truth, skip the news, fuck a CNN

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Christmas]
Tryna do somethin' so big that it make my momma proud (Proud)
Tired of walkin' in the crib, pops say, "You smell like loud" (Haha, tick tick; loud)
Say, "You better do somethin' or we kickin' your dumbass out" (Goodbye; goddamn)
So if something's gonna happen, then I'd rather have that right now
[Chorus: Mac Miller & Michael Christmas]
Yeah, we the livest
Tryna free the fly motherfucker that's inside us
Little giants, yeah (Yeah), little giants, yeah (Tick, tick)
What's a man to a motherfuckin' lion? (Tick, tick)
I ain't lyin' (Haha, yo; yo)

[Verse 2: Michael Christmas]
At fifty, need that new Ferrari F50 (Skrrt)
Mom said she seen the blog shit and that's nifty (Yeah)
To make a million dollars is the dream
If you wake me up, then guarantee you get a buck fifty (Yeah)
Money-makin' Mitch, money-makin' Mickey (Ayy)
Family think I'm rich, think I'm bein' stingy (Ooh)
He got that Voss [?]
Legs shaved on a new beach in Puerto Rico (Yeah)
Smokin' in the middle of the street like it's legal (Tick, tick)
O.B.C said niggas it's freak show
O.D.B shimmy, shimmy yaw
Come around my ma or my pa, and it's war
Pam was a legend, he's stronger than a sword (Tick, tick)
Do a swan dive and it's tens across the board (Tick, tick)
Take a quick second ‘fore you tell me that you bored
Plot a million dollars while my niggas strike the chord

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Christmas]
Tryna do somethin' so big that it make my momma proud (Proud)
Tired of walkin' in the crib, pops say, "You smell like loud" (Haha; loud; tick, tick)
Say, "You better do somethin' or we kickin' your dumbass out" (Goodbye; goddamn)
So if something's gonna happen, then I'd rather have that right now
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Yeah, we the livest
Tryna free the fly motherfucker that's inside us
Little giants, yeah, little giants, yeah
What's a man to a motherfuckin' lion?
I ain't lyin'

[Verse 3: Mac Miller & Michael Christmas]
Yeah, it's Mac Miller the incredible
Fuck a problem, bitch, I walk in, it's a festival
You with the extras, extraterrestrial
Shine like metal, young bicentennial
We the livest, readin' Reader's Digest
I get in the spot, loud as a siren
God ain't shit with no clique behind Him
You sound a little rough, probably need revisin'
You got a death wish, it's all Larry "Catch Fish"
Got some more checks on my checklist
Christmas said the beat sound like breakfast
Good mornin', wake up next to my ex bitch
Gotta get the money, gotta get the money
Gotta get the money, yeah, I gotta get the money
Yeah, and we ain't gonna work for free
Seven digits, yeah, that work for me, okay