Mac Miller - O.K lyrics

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em Girl, shake that body Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em Girl, shake that body Whoa, what do we have here? People want to know how we could be that weird How many hoes want to clean Mac's beard? I k** flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo My b**h s**, she a vacuum f** her in the a** every time I'm in a bad mood Ain't got a choice, know she do it cause she have to I hit it raw while I'm listening to Papoose No respect cause you wear a V-neck I mean stress, pressure that could even make Keith sweat I wish Narnia was on a GPS I wish Rihanna was DTF I got rich with these rap songs Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone Album filled with all sad songs But this the one that I can laugh on Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em Girl, shake that body Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em Girl, shake that body Girl, shake that body, them a** and totties I want to see them cankles at my hotel lobby b**h, why you so damn snobby? Your a** flatter than the back of my head I bought you dinner now it's time to pay me back with some head Or I'm a have my little sister beat the back of your head I'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a dickhead a**hole area where my gooch sag Little momma got salty at me, she started talking tough So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up Popped a hundred mollies, fixed sherm, think I was sparking up A bottle of Zima, the beamer, I started parking up Seen my n***a, Mac, and he hopped in the back And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs And b**h came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade But I'm a b**h-a** n***a so I say Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em Girl, shake that body Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em Girl, shake that body T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy, making sure you n***as don't win like referees Looking for the b**hes that love to s** peewee Herman, I'm a vermin And you could tell I golf with my hat, man, f** Thurnis I'm at IHOP's and eating with Tyler Drink cocoa then double-team Mariah But please, don't tell Nick We were all watching movies at a Motel 6 Like ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I hope Kendrick f** Gaga If Madonna on the Kabbalah Then me and Snoop could chill and be Rastas I don't need Prada to show you I'm rich Pulling out the llama like "Show me your tits" Keep crying cause I still ain't over my b**h Oh well It'll be OK