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Mac Miller - Word Game Freestyle Lyrics

[Verse]
(DJ Capcom) Of course him and me gon' chill and just kick it
Chillin' with some POW! chains
I got style, flame, anything, a wild name
Blunts, fuck, comin' with the funk
I got a couple speaker boxes up in my trunk
Smokin' paper planes with the Taylor Gang
You went in the club, tryna make it rain
Break your toes, ayy, no date
Smoke trays by the O-zays 'til my nose bleed, ayy
Grab your sport, I'm chillin' on my court
These are American Spirits, these are Newports, shit
I'm too short, under 5'7", but I rhyme the [?] in a badder sentence
I be [?] get me higher or maybе vaporizers, runnin' out supplier (DJ Capcom)
[?] you been a hater, I'm gеttin' Lakers, gettin' paper
Nah, just disintegraters, for the paper
Head bang, doin' head stands on a beat
If you stand to your feet, you could see
You can't fuck with me, Chuck E. Cheeze
Cuz, adjust the beat, I'm about the paper, math like a calculator
'Bout to smack ya bitch out ya gators
Smokin' Swishers, yes, like a splinter
Spin her, nah, motherfucker, Master Splinter
You be sucker free, nobody can fuck with me
Anybody do 'cause they know they got double-V
Double-V, I don't even know what that means
I'm gettin' mad cream, got mad dreams, havin' bad dreams
Stayin' up, pizza, please, nice to meet ya
Now I'm 'bout to beat ya and eat ya
Nah, I ain't Justin Bieber, fuck it
I'm a leader, so now I hit my beeper
My cell phone, with an L rolled from my wrist to my elbow
Like the class president, hell no
Arnold Palmers, I'm smokin' marijuana
Go and get some munchies down at Benihanas (DJ Capcom)
Tijuana, when I wanna take a vacation
Sick of all these motherfuckers [?], hatin'
My eyes lookin' Asian 'cause I've been blazin'
All the waitin', BJ put braids in
Fuck, I let TreeJay scratch it like a DJ
Don't care what he say
I got Barack Obama, I'm blowin' up like I'm Osama, Sodoma Hussein
In two games, go in, all it takes
In the ball boat, follow the leader, you an Indian, Squanto
I make it rain, get a poncho
Motherfuckers always tellin' me that they got tacos, sour cream
I'm about the dream, have imagination
Have your patience, this is a collaboration
I'm meetin' Mary Jane, your life feels very plain
Charge you like my BlackBerry, man (DJ CapCom)
I'm sippin' on some dry Gin, why him?
Try and get down with YM, that would be Young Money
'Cause now I'm tryna get rich, you can get your head kicked
Motherfucker, get sticked, uh, yeah
Happy B-Day to the Q Cuff, I ain't too tough
You know your shoes scuffed, you're too much
Masturbation, fuck that, I'm all about my graduation
EZ Mac spittin' out a G of crack
[?] everybody think I'm only cheesy rap
This my station, I'm sippin' on the Hennessy
Losin' memories, motherfucker, that's my remedy
And then it be
Chillin' in the Olympics, no gimmicks, I'm in it
Down to the specifics, I'ma get it, spit up, yeah
I'm recordin' (Yeah), in the air, Air Jordan