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preach - mac miller lyrics

[intro]
uh
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, uh

[verse 1: mac miller]
i came through whippin’ somethin’ clean like a bald head
b*tch with me drop dead gorgeous, plus she well read
i’ma get brain on the plane if it’s overnight
i’ma maintain in the game, i ain’t overnight
colder than some polar ice, or like the ghost on poltergeist
opinions suck, i know i’m nice, money talks, you overpriced
i’m doper, f*ck a sober life, you local, you ain’t smokin’ right
my weed loud as hulk hogan fights when he rip the shirt
on the throne, you kickin’ dirt, sip this purp, and spit berzerk
you a b*tch, your chick a flirt, stop your crying, get to work
i talk sh*t, got the stats that’ll back it up
my sh*t adding up, racking up a plaque a month
and that loud ass bass you hearin’, that’s the trunk
that vibration on your body, now that’s a bump
you can tell us who you are, you don’t have to front
you ain’t a captain, you just captain crunch

[interlude: unknown preacher]
woo, i’ve done it brother, i’ve done it
i’ve screamed at god at the top of my lungs, ‘cause that’s how much i believe in him, amen
that’s how personal i feel like my relationship is
if i can’t be myself with the father, then i’m gonna stop preaching this gos*
[verse 2: mac miller]
i rock a*p*c’s, some b*a*p*e’s
so many different clothing brands, i got a.d.d
bought a big ole’ crib, you can picture me in it
just decided that the sky isn’t really my limit
somethin’ cold in my cup, some weed, rollin’ a blunt
smile long, like i convinced oprah to f*ck
i think i lost my mind, need a amber alert
you can’t talk that sh*t unless you stand in it first
turn a b*tch to fan, even hand her some merch
to be a legend, you gotta start out with that amateur work
and i paid my dues, walked humbly on an ego trip
sleepin’ with a freaky b*tch, you was chillin’, chiefin’ fifth
doin’ drugs with a p*rno chick, watchin’ p*rno fl!cks
make her own movie and i’m scorin’ it
i’ll see you in h*ll before i see you winnin’
did it myself, and i beat the system

[interlude: unknown preacher]
i believe it’s a spiritual thing
if we’ll put god back in america, we can have revival in america
and the holy spirit will show up, and great and mighty things will happen for this country

[verse 3: gucci mane]
i got thirty thousand grams in a black on black van
tell el chapo i’m his number one fan
i’m at bent taco with a hunnit’ a*bands
and you ain’t gettin’ no work listenin’ to this money change hands
i’m tryna sow the whole block up, that’s my plan
we can have a gun fight like iraq and iran
half a mil’ on el tran
sellin’ (?) to make bands
i’m movin’ kushy, you’s a bussy p*ssy, come between friends
if my vo try to book me, i’ma get the front end
style sixty n*ggas wit’ me with a 100 fn’s
ice cubes on my wrist
b*tch, i got a mac*10
i put her out, she got her mom like i let her back in
its gucci!

- mac miller lyrics

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