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Mac Miller - Tha World Iz Mine Lyrics

Tha World Iz Mine

Aye, wassup, boys? This is Mr. Krane, hop up in my car and tell my chaffeur to the top, bitch!

My name K-RZA, who the f*** are you?
The modern rap GZA, king of the YouTube
Don't think about future, and who the f*** cares?
You little ki-ke-dy-ke bitches hate me when I swear
You want me to apologize? Go suck your doggy's dick
Get lots of threats in my address, my rhyme so fuc*** sick
And I'm so ill, I am like Pirlo spitting free kick
Or like Mr. Shady, put your muthafuckin' ass to sleep
It's time to start the adult life, join the big rich town, break your fuc*** neck, hijack the crown
Get drunk every fuc*** day, see me naked, bitch? Press the play
I'm a sick muthafucka that is rated R, please believe, I wanna become a real star
I want to shine witta muthafuckin' bottle and a gun, aw, shit, you fuckin' scratch my scar!
I put a piece of yayo in my nosehold, you put my homie d-down your throat
I'm drowning in my swimming pool, please let me fuc*** go ba-back to school
Aw, f*** it, here comes time for hook, you gotta fuc*** hear it, bitches, look
You see my trophies, you see my chain? I won them all, cuz I'm Mr. Krane!

I'mma f*** the world, you can put this in your lap
Rap until my lips go numb, I ain't plan on looking back
If you take my phone I'mma throw you on the carpet
Take you out and throw you in the cage, there you can starve, bitch
I'mma f*** the world, you can put this in your lap
Rap until my lips go numb, I ain't plan on looking back
If you take my phone I'mma throw you on the carpet
If you take my papers I'mma mark you as a target, bitch

All I do is win so I don't think I shoulda back down
Take a final bow, take out my gun and blow your jam, fowl
Spoil my reputation with some murders of the fan-suckers
That came to my party looking like some hipsta-muh-fuckas
I crack another Jackey bottle, pour it up, light a bluntie, seduce a model
Rough sex, ass-rape, this bitch wanna blow up my tape
Get paid every fuc*** night, you the realest, you know what I like
PS4, G5 Jet, fly as hell, you know what I get
Got 100 problems and a bitch ain't one, she got a diamond, I got a gun
The massacre nearby the church - the best destiny this fuc*** world deserves
I'm sure I gotta burn in hell - but 'fore that I go to Cluckin' Bell
Take that hu-ge 45, take a mic and say the shit you like
"I started from the bottom, now I run the game, got money, guns, sluts, friends & fame
I ain't leaving, bitch, ain't playing, I keep it rappin', you know what I'm saying?
Let's throw the party, twerk it from left to the right, you gotta make my Goldie sh-shi-ne bright
Your host for evening is Mr. Krane, and I say "Fuck you!", have a nice day, biatch!"

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