Paroles de Loud de Mac Miller, Disiz la Peste

Enh, Yeah, loud !
France, Paris, Remix, Yeah !
C'est du sixième Mac miller
Ah bon t'aimes pas ?
What ever !

Mac Miller
Ladies and gentleman
This is macadelic
Mother fucker

(hahahaha)
Ugh I got codeine in my cup
You can bet your ass I'm sippin'
Groupies fall in love
I'm like bitch you must be trippin'
I'm just tryna fuck
And she just need tuition
Why you tryna stunt you need to play your own position
Never gave a fuck
And nothing I'm change
Still roll up them blunts
Got diamonds in my chain
Yeah you heard me I got diamonds in my chain
But it don't make a difference if you cryin' in the rain
Two hundred shows, i'ma kill more
I just sold out that Fillmore
Got a million, make a mil more
Play a number one spot on the billboard

Yeah people lie
Numbers won't
Keep me high
Judges croak
Growing up
Pro cup
Watch the world go up in smoke


[Refrain] Mac Miller
I like my music real loud (real loud)
Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes
If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low
I like my music real loud (real loud)
Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes
If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low

Disiz
Yeah, douze ans de pe-ra, soldé par un échec
Y a encore quelques mois frérot c'était la hass
Six mois de travail, lucide une vision claire
Je viens de refaire 12 ans après, mon buzz de 12 ans en arrière
Pas besoin de manager faut juste une calculatrice
L'industrie du disque c'est un peu le bal des actrices
Disiz noir et blanc, j'ai le flot Oreo
J'ai connu les bas les hauts, je vis toujours dans le barillot
Et le son est loud ! Je suis un gars rodé, un baroudeur
T'as pas idée il pue ma soeur, l'argent à trop d'odeur
Y a trop d'auteur sans trop de hauteur
Le premier sans H
Je vais y allé même si je suis hallé
Le dernier avec H
Ma vision de blackman est celle de X
Fuck ta black card
Kill me softly comme Robert Taflag
By the west et Mac Milli petit feu de [...]
En featuring avec Siz-di
Muslim avant d'être hustler

[Refrain] Disiz Et Mac Miller
J'aime quand mon pe-ra sonne lourd, sonne lourd
Les gros balourd, sont plus glamour, aux feux de l'amour, de l'amour
Quelques potes, des bonnes idées par la lumière téléguidée
Fuck les biff en concert on kiff frère t'as pas idée
I like my music real loud (real loud)
Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes
If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low
I like my music real loud (real loud)
Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes
If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low

Mac Miller
I'ma get that Grammy soon
Fuck your magazine
Jordan gonna hear me shoot
No fuckin magazine
Hammer team, in that packer me
Hit a germ, be bangin' in the glass saline
When I went to every high school class would be
Tryna fuck the female faculty
I'ma crazy little fuck good thing my head don't run away
I experiment with drugs but I won't ever fuck with yay
I just made a million dollars still I think I'm underpaid
Fuck with me? kid no way
When you meet me, bitches stand up straight
Pump out reps
Yeah I got reps
Tryna talk shit what you think about that?
For the pesos, getting bank rolls, i'ma lay low chill, til I let that stack

[Refrain] Mac Miller
I like my music real loud (real loud)
Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes
If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low
I like my music real loud (real loud)
Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)
Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes
If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low


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