O.K. (feat. Tyler, The Creator) (Bonus Track|Explicit) - Mac Miller/Tyler, The Creator

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 wanna know how we could be that weird

How many hoes wanna clean Mac's beard

I kill flows think I need that tear on a tattoo

My b*tch suck she a vacuum

F*ck 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*tch 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 in some head

Or I'ma have my little sister beat the back of your head

I'm a grade-A douchebag I'm a dickhead

Asshole 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*gga Mac and he hopped in the back

And then we jet to Fatburger ordered some Big Macs

And b*tch came with a gauge and she wanted my fade

But I'm a b*tch-a** n*gga 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*ggas don't win like referees

Looking for the b*tches that love to suck peewee

Herman I'm a vermin

And you could tell I golf with my hat man f*ck 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*ck 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*tch

Oh well

It'll be OK