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Mac Miller - It Was A Good Year Lyrics

It Was A Good Year

Every day get paid, straight hustle
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
Triple double, triple double, triple double
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em
Never know holmes, might trip the triple double

Highed up, thinking bout the best move next
Like f*** jet blue, I need a blue jet
Never underestimate the underdog greed
Best thing came up out the north east
Came up, what a hell of a man
4-4, long nose, call me elephant man
Drag the ni*** from the bottom of the bottom, homie I could tell
From crabs in the bucket to the lobster tail
Back in my living room shack, work flipped in back
Nigga trippin the set, I gotta lick here
Now a ni*** show is by the brick here
Like f*** a good day, this a good year

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Today was a good day, great day
Yeah, it was a pay day
So make way for motherfuck*** only bout that grade-A
Making money now, what the f*** you talkin bout
When these bitches start trippin we just lock em out
Gotta bounce, and that's a regular day
For that independent rap shit, I'm paving the way
They hatin the way that I'm bathing in Ape
Plus I'm coming for your neck, better make your escape
I came in shittin, wood grain grippin
Bitches on that Cobain, cocaine sniffin
But they just on a quest to be some rock stars
We party hard and we duckin from them cop cars
This Mac Miller, Montana
Smoking blunts, bad bitches on camera
Took a second and got tatted on my neck and hands
You don't gotta love the music, but respect the man

Get me on the court and I'm
Troubling the exotic sports car, no top
Something gorgeous inside it, aksing if she could drive it
They don't make this for novice, they make these for pilots
On wheels, 3 piece stainless steel
Hater tryna throw mud, it's love
I came out standing steel
What's really real when these bitches behaving
Like nimphos, all sex crazy
My home girl Molly came got it poppin
I'm just watchin, pullin the lighter from my back pocket
Like that high karate - She won't kick it, sit by me
Come over to the crib, get hit by me
Woke her up and told er get that money to them lames
You were sent by me, it's jet life over here partner
And plus nobody I know got popped in
New Orleans where I be, smoking pot with your hoes
Avoid potholes on these streets, Andretti

[Hook]