Loud
- Mac Miller
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Intro
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Whoop
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Ladies and gentlemen
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This is Macadelic
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You motherfucker, hahahaha
Verse 1
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Uh
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I got codeine in my cup, you can bet your ass I'm sippin'
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Groupies fall in love, I'm like, "Bitch, you must be trippin'"
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I'm just tryna f**k and she just need tuition
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Why you tryna stunt, you need to play your own position
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Never gave a f**k, yeah, nothin' 'bout me changed
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Still roll up them blunts, got diamonds in my chain, haha
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Yeah, you heard me I got diamonds in my chain
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And it don't make a difference if you cryin' in the rain
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Two hundred shows, I'ma k**l more, I just sold out that Fillmore
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Got a million, make a mill' more, then a number one spot on the Billboard
Refrain
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Yeah, people lie, numbers won't, keep me high, drugs is close
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Roll one up, pour a cup, watch the world go up in smoke
Chorus
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I like my music real loud, real loud
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Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?
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Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes
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If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low
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I like my music real loud, real loud
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Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?
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Here she comes, there she goes, never chasin' after hoes
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If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low
Verse 2
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Argh
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I'ma get that Grammy soon, f**k your magazine
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Jordan gonna hand me shoes, still f**k your magazine
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Hammer team in that pack with me, hear the Jerm beat banging, with a glass of lean
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When I went to every high school class would be tryna f**k the female faculty
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I'm a crazy little fucker, think my head done ran away
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I experiment with drugs but I won't ever f**k with yay'
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I just made a million dollars, still I think I'm underpaid
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F**k with me? Kid no way, when you meet me, bitch stand up straight
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Pump out raps, yeah, I got raps, tryna talk shit, what you think about that?
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For the pesos, getting bank roll, I'ma lay low, chill, 'til I let that stack
Refrain
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Yeah, people lie, numbers won't, keep me high, drugs is close
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Roll one up, pour a cup, watch the world go up in smoke
Chorus
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I like my music real loud, real loud
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Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?
Fm Db
Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes
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If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low
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I like my music real loud, real loud
Bbm Eb
Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?
Fm Db
Here she comes, there she goes, never chasin' after hoes
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If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low











