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Mac Miller - Thumbalina Lyrics



Mac Miller - Thumbalina Lyrics
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Straight up, I just wanna say one time
After two years at this mothaf*ckin' crib
F*ck all y'all mothaf*ckers
Livin' all over this mothaf*cker tryna kick me out
That goes for you, Mrs. Watson
Witcha little ass kids always f*ckin' cryin'
You got your little chihuahua
F*ck you and your motherf*ckin' mama, bitch
I'm out here, suck my motherf*ckin' dick
Yeah, REMember Music
Old Jewish
(Go ahead)
(This is my tambourine)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's how it's goin' down, one time for that
Okay, okay, yeah

(Oh my Lord) he's on drugs again
My neighbors yellin', I don't give a f*ck again
And I swear to God if the cops come again
I'ma open up this door and get to rumblin'
Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin'
My dick, your mouth, no discussion, yeah
It's all happenin', I must be imaginin'
Take a hit, time travelin'

Turn up the mothaf*ckin' volume
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm 'bout to bust like the condom)
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?
(That disguise make your body look awful)

Let me see them nipples, baby
Ooh (what's happenin', man?)
Don't give it all up, just a little, baby
Ooh (what's happenin' here?)
I'm just tryna free your mind
(Free your, free your mind)
'Cause all you see is dollar signs
(She blinded by the streets)

Yeah
Line-crosser, real-life flyin' saucer
Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture
Young prodigy, I'ma eat lobster
Pull Spanish bitches but I speak nada
And she got a need to roll the weed all up
You ain't got a chance when it's me on ya (shit)
I'm a mothaf*ckin' legend, girl
Leave that pussy killed, bitches out in Edinboro

Turn up the mothaf*ckin' volume
(Told us to just bust like the condom)
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?
(That disguise make your body look awful)

Leave that pussy crippled, baby
Ooh (what's happenin', man?)
Let me slide right down the middle, baby (yeah)
Ooh, where the f*ck my Thumbelina?
Has anybody seen her?
(Faces)
She blinded by the streets

(Ooh)
'Bout to start my own motherf*ckin' committee
And it's gon' be me and Josh
And it's gon' be with motherf*ckin' bitches
With their motherf*ckin' ass and titties, I don't give a f*ck
Shit
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Straight up, I just wanna say one time
After two years at this mothaf*ckin' crib
F*ck all y'all mothaf*ckers
Livin' all over this mothaf*cker tryna kick me out
That goes for you, Mrs. Watson
Witcha little ass kids always f*ckin' cryin'
You got your little chihuahua
F*ck you and your motherf*ckin' mama, bitch
I'm out here, suck my motherf*ckin' dick
Yeah, REMember Music
Old Jewish
(Go ahead)
(This is my tambourine)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's how it's goin' down, one time for that
Okay, okay, yeah

(Oh my Lord) he's on drugs again
My neighbors yellin', I don't give a f*ck again
And I swear to God if the cops come again
I'ma open up this door and get to rumblin'
Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin'
My dick, your mouth, no discussion, yeah
It's all happenin', I must be imaginin'
Take a hit, time travelin'

Turn up the mothaf*ckin' volume
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm 'bout to bust like the condom)
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?
(That disguise make your body look awful)

Let me see them nipples, baby
Ooh (what's happenin', man?)
Don't give it all up, just a little, baby
Ooh (what's happenin' here?)
I'm just tryna free your mind
(Free your, free your mind)
'Cause all you see is dollar signs
(She blinded by the streets)

Yeah
Line-crosser, real-life flyin' saucer
Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture
Young prodigy, I'ma eat lobster
Pull Spanish bitches but I speak nada
And she got a need to roll the weed all up
You ain't got a chance when it's me on ya (shit)
I'm a mothaf*ckin' legend, girl
Leave that pussy killed, bitches out in Edinboro

Turn up the mothaf*ckin' volume
(Told us to just bust like the condom)
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?
(That disguise make your body look awful)

Leave that pussy crippled, baby
Ooh (what's happenin', man?)
Let me slide right down the middle, baby (yeah)
Ooh, where the f*ck my Thumbelina?
Has anybody seen her?
(Faces)
She blinded by the streets

(Ooh)
'Bout to start my own motherf*ckin' committee
And it's gon' be me and Josh
And it's gon' be with motherf*ckin' bitches
With their motherf*ckin' ass and titties, I don't give a f*ck
Shit
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Writer: Adam Keefe Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Charles Miller, Harold Ray I. Brown, Howard E. Scott, Jerry Goldstein, Le Roy L. Jordan, Lee Oskar, Malcolm James Mccormick, Michael Louis Diamond, Morris Dewayne Dickerson, Rick Rubin, Sylvester Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group

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