Mac Miller – Break The Law – Lyrics

Break The Law by Mac Miller

Get caught, breaking laws
Get caught, breaking laws

Yeah, okay, I wake up with the taste of pussy still in my mouth
Bitch in my bed, homegirl still asleep on the couch
My head is banging like Metallica, swallow a bottle of Advil up
Then head back to the bedroom where she suck me dry like
Dracula
It's the young miraculous, mister love-to-grab-his-nuts
Never let a bitch inside, fuck her in the Acura
Aurora borealis with the shine, my aura gorgeous
Dinner with forty courses, bunch of horny whores and fornicate
To formulate a fortune, more in the race of horses I am
My homies got my back, they all Verizon, man
I bring this to you like lalalalala-live man
You gon' need at least five hands to hold my finance
I am fe, fi, fo, fum, the giant
The best thing out of Pittsburgh since Clemente with the Pirates
I tell them "shhh" this middle finger sign for silence
Ain't a fuckin' way I'm keeping quiet

Yeah, riding through the city blowing smoke out the window
Cops out on patrol, they looking out for all the criminals
I been a lot of things, I ain't ever been a bitch though
Rules to this game, you know how this shit go
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Oh no, break the law
La, la, la

So many people told me that I wouldn't be shit
But now I walk around with money and my hand on my dick
I think I'm special, I'm drinking whiskey out the bottle 'til I black out
One million, two million, shit I'm losing track now
Coming to you live inside the crack house
Started with a dub and then I made it to a half ounce
Then I turned it to a pound (Wow), turned that to a house (Wow)
Turned that to a career, how the fuck did I get here?
(Spending all your time just getting high won't drive you crazy, crazy)
I killed the game like Jeffry Dahmer did the 80's
Speeding in the freeway getting head in my Mercedes
Giving me all of this money was crazy, shoulda known better
No pressure, dope seller, smarter than your professor
Hoes, I don't stress her, put a bitch down like Old Yeller
The flow's stellar, stella ella ola, have you ever been?
Shit I'm probably put up in the president

Yeah, riding through the city blowing smoke out the window
Cops out on patrol looking out for all the criminals
I been a lot of things, I ain't ever been a bitch though
Rules to this game, you know how this shit go
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Oh no, break the law
La, la, la
(Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Break the law, break the law, br-break the law
Break the law
Break the law
Law, law)

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Mac Miller – 100 Grandkids – Lyrics

100 Grandkids by Mac Miller

[Intro]
Woah-oh
(Hey!)
Wow-wow-wow-wow
(Hello)
Wow-wow-wow
(This is a revolution)
Wow-wow
Woah-oh
Wow-wow-wow-wow
(As we proceed)
Wow-wow-wow
Wow-wow

[Hook 1]
I made a promise to my momma
That I'll bless her with some grandkids, she can spoil them
Until then, I'm getting dollars, I'm just doing what I gotta
Can a man live? And it's all day (homie)
I'm a God, give the whole squad a job, get them all paid
Came a long way from all-state, yeah
Now we All-American, we All-American

[Verse 1]
I swear to God I put the hero in heroin
These flows, kilos
I could sell snow to a ski slope
I could sell evil to the devil
Nonbelievers to a temple
Shit, I could sell water to a speedboat
And these eyes is iconic
I went pro, made profit
Now I keep some dead face in my pocket
Gettin' faded, I been stoned all week
But what's a God without a little OD? Just a G
Breezing my weed, easing my mind
Why you worry about me?
Stop tripping, I'm fine
Swear these bitches done lost it lately
You put the ho in honest baby, so complicated
And I may be a little arrogant, I'm aware of it
I know (I know)
I got a problem, I'mma take care of it
Weight I'm carrying, gotta let it go
(It won't hold me down no more)

[Hook 1]
I made a promise to my momma
That I'll bless her with some grandkids, she can spoil them
Until then, I'm getting dollars, I'm just doing what I gotta
Can a man live? And it's all day (homie)
I'm a God, give the whole squad a job, get them all paid
Came a long way from all-state, yeah
Now we All-American, we All-American

[Post-Chorus]
We ain't goin' nowhere
We ain't goin' nowhere
We can't be stopped now
Cause this rap shit's for life
We ain't goin' nowhere
We ain't goin' nowhere
We can't be stopped now
Cause this rap shit's for life

[Bridge]
Back then I had a dream
I'll get this money, man
I know, my life would change
Just need a hundred grand
Back then I had a dream
I'll get this money, man
I know, my life would change
Just need a hundred grand
(Back when I first made a hundred grand....)

[Transition]
(Back when I first made a hundred grand....)
(Yeah, back when I first made a ...)
(Back when I first made a hundred grand....)

Part 2: 100 Grand

[Hook 2]
Yeah, back when I first made a hundred grand, thought I was the shit
When I first made a hundred grand, thought I was a king
When I first made a hundred grand, couldn't tell me nuttin
When I first made a hundred grand, made a hundred grand
(Let me get some money)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, okay, back then they used to call me little
But now I'm ridin' something clean in a coat made of armadillo
They haven't got the memo, they sayin' I'm the shit though
Tryna make it complicated when this shit is simple
Tell me what you wanna be, what your dreams is
A hundred G's in my jeans, I'm a genius
Each and every day some save me please
And get schooled, homie, change degrees
I'm the plug, what you need though?
I'm goin' beast mode
I keep a freak, even when she underwater she can deep throat
(Wait what?)
I made a mil' before I pay the bill
Cause fools worried about a wave, I'm a NAVY seal
Come with me, I can make your life change for real
Always had a dream of stuntin'
It ain't nothing unless we runnin' shit
Just a young motherfucker with a plan
Thought I was the man

[Hook 2]
Yeah, back when I first made a hundred grand, thought I was the shit
When I first made a hundred grand, thought I was a king
When I first made a hundred grand, couldn't tell me nuttin
When I first made a hundred grand, made a hundred grand
(Let me get some money)

[Outro: Female Voice]
Let me get some money (Time flies)
Let me, let me get some money (Yeah, you know time flies)
I just need some shoes my niece (Try to catch it)
Can we stop at Chipotle?
Let me get some money (Time flies)
Let me, let me get some money (yeah, you know time flies)
Let me get some money (Try to catch it)
Let me, let me get some money

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Mac Miller – Amen – Lyrics

Amen by Mac Miller

I talk to Jesus

Reconsider features

Rain dance on black sandy beaches

Pick from the tree

That bear the fruit of peaches

Slayin' these skeezers

In the field of Eden

These vapors got me

With the heavy breathin'

Connecting Venus,

And this shit the cheapest

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Mac Miller – Diablo – Lyrics

Diablo by Mac Miller

[Verse 1]

It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows

Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo

Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mano

Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono

I go, play a couple keys on the piano

The industry a lie all the promises were hollow

Follow, me I could show you where we be's at

How's I get my g pass, none of your fucking beeswax

Thes raps, bring these joints together like a kneecap

Fuck the little 8 balls show me where the keys at

The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them

Tryna find a balace reaching from my equilibrium

Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian

Fake superhero like the Mystery Men

I ain't saving nothin'

I'm gettin' faded to the angels come and skipping the famous functions

The A list can't be trusted

I strong arm them like I play the trumpet

The bottom barrel of society

I tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me

I'm finer than the winery

Take it from the rich this is piracy

Finally, I don't even need my fucking eyes to see

Come and die with me

[Hook]

Cus everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

[Verse 2]

My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah

These other rapper just a diet soda

I find Jehova in the darkest places

Empty as appartment basements

This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races

Save the coffin spaces

Don't come up missing

Tell your bitch you've been trippin' now you on vacation

Rapping like it's automated

Lights I keep em' on like Vegas

Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hog to bacon

Only god can save him, I heard the monsters made him

I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations

Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD

Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be

You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks

Bitch I never miss a beat I'm Charlie [?]

[?] in these streets

Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete

Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history

Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me

Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free

No bitches in my circle I'm a show you the commercial

I've been popping like a colonel

Reading Justin Beiber's journal

Treat you like a urinal

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Mac Miller – Diablo – Lyrics

Diablo by Mac Miller

[Verse 1]

It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows

Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo

Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mano

Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono

I go, play a couple keys on the piano

The industry a lie all the promises were hollow

Follow, me I could show you where we be's at

How's I get my g pass, none of your fucking beeswax

Thes raps, bring these joints together like a kneecap

Fuck the little 8 balls show me where the keys at

The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them

Tryna find a balace reaching from my equilibrium

Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian

Fake superhero like the Mystery Men

I ain't saving nothin'

I'm gettin' faded to the angels come and skipping the famous functions

The A list can't be trusted

I strong arm them like I play the trumpet

The bottom barrel of society

I tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me

I'm finer than the winery

Take it from the rich this is piracy

Finally, I don't even need my fucking eyes to see

Come and die with me

[Hook]

Cus everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

[Verse 2]

My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah

These other rapper just a diet soda

I find Jehova in the darkest places

Empty as appartment basements

This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races

Save the coffin spaces

Don't come up missing

Tell your bitch you've been trippin' now you on vacation

Rapping like it's automated

Lights I keep em' on like Vegas

Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hog to bacon

Only god can save him, I heard the monsters made him

I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations

Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD

Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be

You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks

Bitch I never miss a beat I'm Charlie [?]

[?] in these streets

Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete

Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history

Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me

Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free

No bitches in my circle I'm a show you the commercial

I've been popping like a colonel

Reading Justin Beiber's journal

Treat you like a urinal

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Mac Miller – Diablo – Lyrics

Diablo by Mac Miller

[Verse 1]

It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows

Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo

Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mano

Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono

I go, play a couple keys on the piano

The industry a lie all the promises were hollow

Follow, me I could show you where we be's at

How's I get my g pass, none of your fucking beeswax

Thes raps, bring these joints together like a kneecap

Fuck the little 8 balls show me where the keys at

The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them

Tryna find a balace reaching from my equilibrium

Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian

Fake superhero like the Mystery Men

I ain't saving nothin'

I'm gettin' faded to the angels come and skipping the famous functions

The A list can't be trusted

I strong arm them like I play the trumpet

The bottom barrel of society

I tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me

I'm finer than the winery

Take it from the rich this is piracy

Finally, I don't even need my fucking eyes to see

Come and die with me

[Hook]

Cus everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

[Verse 2]

My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah

These other rapper just a diet soda

I find Jehova in the darkest places

Empty as appartment basements

This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races

Save the coffin spaces

Don't come up missing

Tell your bitch you've been trippin' now you on vacation

Rapping like it's automated

Lights I keep em' on like Vegas

Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hog to bacon

Only god can save him, I heard the monsters made him

I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations

Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD

Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be

You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks

Bitch I never miss a beat I'm Charlie [?]

[?] in these streets

Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete

Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history

Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me

Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free

No bitches in my circle I'm a show you the commercial

I've been popping like a colonel

Reading Justin Beiber's journal

Treat you like a urinal

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Mac Miller – Diablo – Lyrics

Diablo by Mac Miller

[Verse 1]

It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows

Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo

Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mano

Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono

I go, play a couple keys on the piano

The industry a lie all the promises were hollow

Follow, me I could show you where we be's at

How's I get my g pass, none of your fucking beeswax

Thes raps, bring these joints together like a kneecap

Fuck the little 8 balls show me where the keys at

The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them

Tryna find a balace reaching from my equilibrium

Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian

Fake superhero like the Mystery Men

I ain't saving nothin'

I'm gettin' faded to the angels come and skipping the famous functions

The A list can't be trusted

I strong arm them like I play the trumpet

The bottom barrel of society

I tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me

I'm finer than the winery

Take it from the rich this is piracy

Finally, I don't even need my fucking eyes to see

Come and die with me

[Hook]

Cus everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies

[Verse 2]

My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah

These other rapper just a diet soda

I find Jehova in the darkest places

Empty as appartment basements

This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races

Save the coffin spaces

Don't come up missing

Tell your bitch you've been trippin' now you on vacation

Rapping like it's automated

Lights I keep em' on like Vegas

Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hog to bacon

Only god can save him, I heard the monsters made him

I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations

Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD

Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be

You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks

Bitch I never miss a beat I'm Charlie [?]

[?] in these streets

Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete

Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history

Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me

Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free

No bitches in my circle I'm a show you the commercial

I've been popping like a colonel

Reading Justin Beiber's journal

Treat you like a urinal

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