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Mac Miller - Dead Homies Extended Lyrics

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Ay, on my momma, nigga
I'ma be the greatest to ever do this shit
On my momma doe, like
On the dead homies
Ay, Sounwave, turn this shit up, nigga!
Turn this shit up, Sounwave, turn this shit up, nigga!

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Tell me who the bitch nigga hatin’ on me?
Jumpin' on my dick but this dick ain't free
To Pimp A Butterfly another classic CD
Ghetto lullaby for everyone they MC
Blow blow blow blow blow
Nigga now R.I.P, my diligence is only meant to write your eulogy
To Pimp A Butterfly another classic CD
Ghetto lullaby for everyone they MC

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I wake up, rub my eyes, dry vomit on my shirt
The light bulb goes off, my conscience is alert
My ex-girl hate me and the talkin’ never work
My demons have no reason and that monster be the worst
Who lived this life well? I'm possibly the first
Got a saga, back by popular demand, I been a honest man
All my life, it's just the real, it ain't the wrong or right
You think the bitches wanna fuck you 'cause your songs is nice?
Blood stains on my shirt, musta had a awesome night
Reincarnate Ray Charles before he lost his sight
I'm on the mic like Jordan Nikes, try to sell my soul
But the devil broke, he can't afford the price
Shootin' pornos, havin’ boogie nights
You a cookie-cutter motherfucker, pussy type
Sometimes I feel so blue, but I’m still lookin' white
Shit, I’m just like you, you said you just like who?
Well, I bust right through
Like a nut when you love life too much in a plush white suit
Shine, what the fuck lights do
And my wife just like her pussy 'cause she uptight too
Bro, this my crib, where I live, who the fuck invite you?
I'm a fat bitch addict, love my plus-sized boo
I told her roll over that roll over, that's fun time two
Don’t get it twisted 'cause these bitches' bitches love dykes too
I pulled up, pulled out, soon as I cum, I'm through, shit
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Tell me who the bitch nigga hatin' on me?
Jumpin' on my dick but this dick ain't free
To Pimp A Butterfly another classic CD
Ghetto lullaby for everyone they MC
Blow blow blow blow blow
Nigga now R.I.P, my diligence is only meant to write your eulogy
To Pimp A Butterfly another classic CD
Ghetto lullaby for everyone they MC

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
You never knew a love-love-love, a love like this
Sophisticated gangsta, watch me thug like this
Snatch your bitch in the club like this
Seven zeros, need my pub like this
Stuck in a rock and a hard place, I am
Thinking I wouldn't fuck y'all up, well, I am
I gotta get my shit off
My style come from Devin The Dude, Kurupt too
And James Brown with his fist tossed
I fluctuate through vocals like Prince Rogers
Who ever thought a billionaire come out of Compton?
Multiply simple logic, you can do it, nigga, stop it
Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too pessimistic to know I'm gifted
Chasing hoodrat brownie points and bullshitting
I lock the door on em, scrape and hopped a fo' on em
Drain my cock and po' on em
Yeah nigga, I'm still talking that whooptie whoop
Hoppin' out on my enemy, I know who to shoot
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Tell me who the bitch nigga hatin' on me?
Jumpin' on my dick but this dick ain't free
To Pimp A Butterfly another classic CD
Ghetto lullaby for everyone they MC
Blow blow blow blow blow
Nigga now R.I.P, my diligence is only meant to write your eulogy
To Pimp A Butterfly another classic CD
Ghetto lullaby for everyone they MC