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Correct I Bring The Soul & He Brings The Funk Lyrics
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Correct I Bring The Soul & He Brings The Funk
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[Intro: Mac Miller] So much for one take man Alright look [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Life crazy now, when did this happen I'll probably make your favorite rapper wanna quit rappin' Bin Laden had me dissapear, kid snatchin' I know you sleepin' on me though and that's a kidnappin' Collaboration is bringing you fascination I'm captivatin' my cadence and leading my generation To the forefront, coming through, fuck it if the door shut Girl put the team right on her back, poor slut But wait a second, not disrespecting the women I love 'em, I wanna hug 'em They mad I'm pushing their buttons She ugly, look like her cousin So I ain't givin' her nothin' End of discussion, only the tensional sexual lovin' My girl, come by the dozen, but the ain't what make me cooler Got a eyepatch on me, I'm slick like I'm Rick the Ruler So, this a crazy flow, let me slow it down In here with Maseo, I'm giving y'all the dopest style Think you tough huh? Oh you a solider now? I had these gangsters in here tryin' to get the [?] down Piss a motherfucker off is what's incredible Most Dope Army, I'm the motherfucking general [Hook: Mac Miller] On the grind, sick of working a nine to five Everybody say I look like I'm kinda high Fuck it, you bring the soul and I'm gon' bring the funk I need y'all to but your hands up Fucked up, but I promise I'm fine to drive I just came in here to tell you I'm alive Fuck it, you bring the soul and I'm gon' bring the funk I need y'all to but your hands up [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Ayo, pussy can't hold me, nor can it control me Punch you in the face like I'm Sugar Shane Moseley Rap boxer, ya I'm Math Hoffa In between a field of dreams, word to Kevin Costner Who you know that's iller than Mac? Riddle me that Still hungry for success, here to give you the scraps Talking all that shit, get you kicked in the ass Chardonnay, if I may, I'll be sipping my glass I hold the mic, slap you with my left hand Tonight's the night, motherfucker, word to Redman Punchlines that will make 'em say "Oh!" Ill so long, you'd think I caught the flu Got simplified, sicker rhymes Upside down, sixty-nine, twisted mind Farty kid in class who had to sit behind Bet your dime, pretty fly, cruise right out of District 9 Pulling all the honeys, every time I go to kick a rhyme Little guy, Marvin Wayne, bitches tell me all the same Life is what I call a game to into the Hall of Fame Fuck you, it's Christmas though So you can kiss my fuckin' ass by the mistletoe [Hook: Mac Miller] [Outro: Mac Miller] I said put you, put you, put yo' hands up Ya, in the spot, put yo' hands up If you, think it's hot, put yo' hands up If you, down to rock, put yo' hands up Ya, I don't make shit like this one man I just wanted to rap a little bit Because that's what I do motherfucker!
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