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Mac Miller - Marco Polo Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Brody & EZ Mac]
Uh (Uh, uh, uh)
Ayo, Brody (Chyeah, yeah)
They ain't think we was gon' do this one, did they?
Brody (Look), EZ, haha (Yo, yo, yo)

[Chorus: Yung Brody]
Fresh Force 1s, shades, with some denim jeans
Yup, come up, sittin' on blades, touch 'em and you'll bleed (Yeah)
Trunk kicks, you'd expect it to be hittin' flips
Twist a Swish like, "EZ, take a hit of this"

[Post-Chorus: Yung Brody & EZ Mac]
Brody, EZ, Brody, EZ
Brody, EZ, Brody, EZ (Chyeah)
Brody, EZ, Brody, EZ
Brody, EZ, Brody, EZ (Yung Brody)
Brody, EZ (EZ Mac), Brody, EZ (Chyeah)
Brody, EZ (This one, yeah, haha), Brody, EZ, Brody

[Verse 1: EZ Mac & Yung Brody]
Got my swag up and I'm fresh like woah (Fresh like woah)
Chain make my chest glow, sex-mad hoes (Chyeah)
You can hit me up if you need to get that Dro
(Heard you got bomb tree) Yes, I know
Blueberry piff and we call it Papa Smurf (Call it Papa Smurf), uh
Grape soda, yeah, I got that purple (Yeah, I got that purple)
So light it up and blowin' smoke up in the air
I make you say (Woo, haha) when we smokin' Ric Flair
We do this better than Bow Wow and Soulja Boy (Haha)
Make your girl smile like Christmas when she open Jordans (She cheesin')
I told your boy you need to bring the beat back (Bring the beat back)
Relax and tell the brother where the weed at (Haha)
I make hits like three bats, let's play ball (Play ball)
You make less hits than Jordan playin' baseball (Baseball)
Winner take all and I'm out for your chips, put 'em all in
Alicia Keys, now you fallin' (Now you fallin')
[Chorus: EZ Mac]
Fresh Force 1s, shades, with some denim jeans
Come up, sittin' on blades, touch 'em and you'll bleed
Trunk kicks, you would think it should be hittin' flips
Twist a Swish like, "Brody, take a hit of this"

[Post-Chorus: Yung Brody & EZ Mac]
Brody, EZ, Brody, EZ
Brody, EZ, Brody, EZ
Brody, EZ, Brody, EZ
Brody, EZ, Brody, EZ (Haha)
Brody, EZ, Brody, EZ
Brody, EZ, Brody, EZ, Brody (Look)

[Verse 2: Yung Brody]
Yeah, I hit the store, Brody tuck his rocket in (Tuck 'em)
Blunt, Swisher, cigarillo, let me get a box of them (Uh)
Yup, so hot, like someone turned the furnace on (Turn it off)
I love my city, so I keep that Steeler jersey on (Yeah)
And you could catch a bullet like Holmes
Take your bitch to the crib, then I jump up in her bones (Haha)
And my niggas keep ringin' up my phone
I'm too stoned, so I text 'em sayin', "Leave a nigga alone" (Yeah)
Yeah, got denim jeans, pockets full of fresh chips
All got cream, wish these niggas would get reckless
Like, come out them pockets and give me that necklace
[?] when I smile [?]
I like that [?], that's why I like mayo scrapes
And killed another nigga out there, stop the peso rate (Nah)
And I ain't like the rims, but I paid the cake
So I took the lips off it like I'm Mr. Potato Face
[Chorus: EZ Mac & Yung Brody]
Fresh Force 1s (Ah), shades, with some denim jeans
Come up, sittin' on blades, touch 'em and you'll bleed
Trunk kicks, you would think it should be hittin' flips
Twist a Swish like, "Brody, take a hit of this"
Fresh Force 1s, shades, with some denim jeans
Yup, come up, sittin' on blades, touch 'em and you'll bleed (Yeah)
Trunk kicks, you'd expect it to be hittin' flips
Twist a Swish like, "EZ, take a hit of this"
Fresh Force 1s, shades, with some denim jeans
Yup, come up, sittin' on blades, touch 'em and you'll bleed
Trunk kicks, you would think it should be hittin' flips
Twist a Swish like, "EZ, take a hit of this"
Fresh Force 1s, shades, with some denim jeans
Yup, come up, sittin' on blades, touch 'em and you'll bleed
Trunk kicks, you'd expect it to be hittin' flips
Twist a Swish like, "Brody, take a hit of this"