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Mac Miller - Onaroll Lyrics




Yeah, I be eatin' that Pink Slime
Ha ha here we go

[Verse 1]
Got my chick makin' drinks with that cream, while I'm takin' sips of that lean
Life ain't a bitch if you make a wish, you might break a record like me
Got a mill at age nineteen, but I may just give that back
To show my friends I could do it again if I started all from scratch
All I do is rap, you can run and tell them hoes that
Pipe like a plumber it's nice with no rubber, she like when I f*ck her like that
This rap's what I do, but I been fly, been fly
You're now inside of my sick mind, that Pink Slime, that Pink Slime

[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to f*ck, what more could you ask for?
F*ck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?

[Verse 2]
Go a hundred miles an hour, ride around the city
Smokin' on that sour, couple bad ones with me
Used to rock all my brother's clothes
Now designer brands, got a bunch of those
Got a bunch of diamonds and a bunch of gold
Ridin' by the cops, I'm like f*ck em' though
Hoes turn bent for that Hermes, I'm bustin' nuts on her fur vest
My life is like a circus, my head's a little unfurnished
She on a roll, she Dean's list, her ass round like Venus
My penis, her cleavage, that freaky bitch need Jesus

[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to f*ck, what more could you ask for?
F*ck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?

[Verse 3]
I'm switchin' up my flows, sellin' out these shows
Pop a bottle of Dom P, then spill it all on my clothes
Damn Mac, you're so grown, made a business all on my own
These labels callin' my phone, but I made this business all on my own
Give me that bass bitch, I'm a bass head, let it break shit til it make a mess
I wrote myself another blank check, I'm f*ckin it', need a AIDS test
Win the Heisman, I'm MVP, Dan Marino, you Sandusky
MC Hammer, they can't touch me, Skateboard P, he be on that beat

[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to f*ck, what more could you ask for?
F*ck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?
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Yeah, I be eatin' that Pink Slime
Ha ha here we go

[Verse 1]
Got my chick makin' drinks with that cream, while I'm takin' sips of that lean
Life ain't a bitch if you make a wish, you might break a record like me
Got a mill at age nineteen, but I may just give that back
To show my friends I could do it again if I started all from scratch
All I do is rap, you can run and tell them hoes that
Pipe like a plumber it's nice with no rubber, she like when I f*ck her like that
This rap's what I do, but I been fly, been fly
You're now inside of my sick mind, that Pink Slime, that Pink Slime

[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to f*ck, what more could you ask for?
F*ck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?

[Verse 2]
Go a hundred miles an hour, ride around the city
Smokin' on that sour, couple bad ones with me
Used to rock all my brother's clothes
Now designer brands, got a bunch of those
Got a bunch of diamonds and a bunch of gold
Ridin' by the cops, I'm like f*ck em' though
Hoes turn bent for that Hermes, I'm bustin' nuts on her fur vest
My life is like a circus, my head's a little unfurnished
She on a roll, she Dean's list, her ass round like Venus
My penis, her cleavage, that freaky bitch need Jesus

[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to f*ck, what more could you ask for?
F*ck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?

[Verse 3]
I'm switchin' up my flows, sellin' out these shows
Pop a bottle of Dom P, then spill it all on my clothes
Damn Mac, you're so grown, made a business all on my own
These labels callin' my phone, but I made this business all on my own
Give me that bass bitch, I'm a bass head, let it break shit til it make a mess
I wrote myself another blank check, I'm f*ckin it', need a AIDS test
Win the Heisman, I'm MVP, Dan Marino, you Sandusky
MC Hammer, they can't touch me, Skateboard P, he be on that beat

[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to f*ck, what more could you ask for?
F*ck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?
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Writer: Malcolm McCormick, Pharrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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