Mac Miller x Your Old Droog - !Go Fish! (Vol.2) | Текст песни

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• Mac Miller x Your Old Droog
• !Go Fish! (Vol.2)

[Verse]
Don't believe that loser's tale
In music class, only time he used his skill
Playing Arpeggio, probably sold a little reggie but no blow
Yo, hat scene is overcrowded
Plus I always was a skin but make no bones about it
Could buy a pack of shorts, still borrowing bogies for sport
And gotta go to Long Island for a free Port
Just look at son's regressions, ask to use his dice money to fund a session
The name’s Y-O-D, not Lil Uzi Vert
The Floozies come to me ass naked in the loosely shirt
We dedicated and playing it tight
Not talkin ‘bout the ball players but I got my Brandon Wright
Even though the fans got no sight
I'm still visible, my jewelry pose light
Get busy all night, need y'all to play 42 like a black Israelite
I just don't have the Payola
But how can you relate, you just a doja?
But hold up, set for the corner store
Weed carriers like Master Ace, they was born to roll
I'm in a V bumping [?]
Put you to sleep faster than, yo, revoke your G-pass
But nowadays I'm more about [?] and weed grass
All that hood shit, let's leave it in the past
It's been damn near a decade since I saw a skimask
We chillin', eating Chilean sea bass

[Outro]
Let me ask you, what's your favorite fish?
I would say the Chilean sea bass would be my favorite fish, it taste very good in the teriyaki sauce

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