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[Intro]

Yeah, and it goes like..

Hey hey hey hey

And I tell them fuck you, if you hatin

So fuck you, we makin money bitch

That's really all I gotta say

Im'ma just start rapping and SHUT THE FUCK UP

Bloaw

[Verse 1]

I said they actin like they better but they ain't ever been the shit

Hows it feel to have a hundred thousand people on ya dick?

Well, it feels good, homie you should probably try it

If you never rocked a sold out show then keep quiet

I gets busy on a track, workin double time

Tryna find a foreign pussy just to put my tongue inside

I be on top of the charts, your just an underline

Tearin through the streets all these haters n suckers run inside

Furious, fool probably wanna come and stomp me out

Mad they got a girl, and I'm all that bitch talks about

Be gettin money since I walked around my fathers house

That dads be cop and search when I come and take their daughters out

Paper comes in large amounts, I'm eatin like i should

Surf n terf shit sink my teeth in something good

They mad I ain't hood

Naww I came to party hard

Your grillin at me but I smile back, bitch party hard

[Chorus]

Cmon down, grab your girlfriend down, make her spin around

Ain't no other motherfucker get the people this well

What you want? some futuristic funk

Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk

We those kids gettin cheese on some cheetos shit

Just fuckin for the night then we leave that bitch

So what you want? some futuristic funk

Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk

[Verse 2]

Hey hey

So you probably heard I rap a ton, havin fun

Never have I had a gun

Vomit when I spit like I devoured something bad for lunch

Tryna firgure out the way to get me rich, I have a hunch

Like velma up or scoobydoo, confusing like a rubix cube

Usually dont do this I be stupid just a nuisance

All you seem to hear about I'm in ya ear: q-tip

Yeah that's dude sick, sleeve with a few tricks

Breath in a huge splif, weed come in two zips

You like it when i burn it like a furnace

When the erb hits

Like it cuz I only smokin good baby turnips

Bitch I'm fallin from the sky like bird shit

Makin movies everywhere I go, call me Ernest

[Chorus]

Cmon down, grab your girlfriend down, make her spin around

Ain't no other motherfucker get the people this well

What you want? some futuristic funk

Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk

We those kids gettin cheese on some cheetos shit

Just fuckin for the night then we leave that bitch

So what you want? some futuristic funk

Tell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk

Like Uh, like uhhh.

Mac Miller - Futuristic Funk – текст


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