Mac Miller - Blue Slide Park lyrics

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Mac Miller - Blue Slide Park lyrics

Blue Slide Park, its Blue slide park man Hey, I got these Ray-Ban shades, kinda look like something Lennon would rock It seems like now I got a couple bags whenever I shop Louie shoes, Polo socks, some name brand dumb sh** Logo never make a man, but Im still blowing thousands on it No clue what Im calling my album Fans be at my van screaming, calling me Malcom Never knew the outcome be this much cash now Bank account looking like a George Young stash house Young and acting out, the topics that I rap about Be varying from politics to b**hes pulling a**es out Thats exactly how I do this as a rapper Im nuttin in her mouth, you tongue kissing her after Daughters moms kinda want me neutered But they also want the kid to cum right on their cooter Have the music sounding better then guitar tuners Plus Im doing shows daily call me John Stewart So who you know thats iller than Mac Miller and company Its like I planted money seeds right underneath the f**ing tree Now I got a hundred gs so none of yall can f** with me Yeah I said it publicly so run and tell your mother, motherf**er I said run and tell your mother, motherf**er Hold up Jerm let me spit the second Hey yo I breeze past haters In the E-cla** quickly And deep did a hundred songs in six weeks sh** keeps going on and on We just tryna go bananas like its Donkey Kong Yeah on my grind, always need to work So I be eatin good, you be eatin dirt If you talking sh**, you gonna see me smirk While the DJ be scratching til the needles burst A couple screws probably loose in my head Holla at my girl, tell her bring that doobie to bed Im a regular guy with an irregular life Except Im a Lamborghini if its racing a bike Who knew that I can turn some sound into something so cool Fresh kicks, see me Im busting the moves Coming in soon to a theater near you Creep in your kitchen start eating your food Girls tryna f** I dont be in the mood No time for p**y when moneys in the room, Oh I switch flows, switch rhythm Sick spittin, unlimited ammunition Blue Slide Park