Mac Miller

Mac Miller - Dig that Ft Camron lyrics

rate me

[Intro: Cam'Ron]

Another 7 AM session with Mac, high as a mutherfucker man

Edward EG just walked in, waddup baller!

Mac Miller in the building! Lemme tell you this lil story

Though real quick, about this ho

Excuse me ma, about this chick

This how it went down tho:

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]

Baby says she sick of me, sick of me, you kidding me?

Fuck the fuckery, you comfort me, you diggin me?

Not Scooby Doo, boo-boo, no mystery

Not school, but I tell you the history

Wanted me to wife her, I just want to pipe her

Only gave her cab fare, I wouldn’t white-Nik’d her

Baby won’t quit tho, she a fighter

I’m like “God damn, it was just a one-nighter”

Don’t know what I said to her

But now, the girl I’m deadin her

Caught the vapors, Schwarzenegger never seen this Predator

Venus a competitor, my cream and my cheddar-ar

See more tennis than Venus, Serena and Federer

Sergio Tacchinni Lamborghini, man etc

If life feels like a movie, I’ll truly be your editor

Cam did it, your man live it, I ran with it

2 thousand dollar sweater

[Hook: Mac Miller]

I tell ‘em oh yeah, muthafucker, oh yeah

I’m getting money with my homies, yeah you know I’m gon share

Might get hard, I don’t care, I ain’t goin nowhere, I ain’t scared

I got my peoples and they iller than yours is

So can you dig that? (dig that dig that)

Can you dig that? (dig that dig that)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

I must admit it, I’m just iller than most

This business, I get up in it, like I’m pimpin’ these hoes

All these that you people love, go ‘head give em a toast

Because if they ain’t here tomorrow you gon miss em the most

Now I’m livin’ pretty good, yeah some would say phenomenal

All about my net like it’s a goalie in a soccer goal

Accomplished the impossible, my dreams they seemed illogical

They ain’t about that essay paper, I’mma tell ‘em adios

Pass the phone bastards muthafucker, shouts to Vado too

Shmutty hoes been told me that they love me, that ain’t nothin’ new

Yeah that’s nice you know my Twitter, no I ain’t gone follow you

You prostitute, dirty bitch, I’ll throw you down the laundry shoot

Like bada bing, bada boom, diamond rings, designer shoes

Finer things I like to do, London, France, and China too

Got a crib that got a view, above my yard that got a pool

Prolly tryna find me shit, too bad, I tell em:


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