Mac Miller - Futuristic Funk Lyrics
[Intro]Yeah, and it goes like..Hey hey hey heyAnd I tell them ***** you, if you hatinSo ***** you, we makin money *****That's really all I gotta sayIm'ma just start rapping and SHUT THE ***** UPBloaw[Verse 1]I said they actin like they better but they ain't ever been the shitHows it feel to have a hundred thousand people on ya dick?Well, it feels good, homie you should probably try itIf you never rocked a sold out show then keep quietI gets busy on a track, workin double timeTryna find a foreign ***** just to put my tongue insideI be on top of the charts, your just an underlineTearin through the streets all these haters n suckers run insideFurious, fool probably wanna come and stomp me outMad they got a girl, and I'm all that ***** talks aboutBe gettin money since I walked around my fathers houseThat dads be cop and search when I come and take their daughters outPaper comes in large amounts, I'm eatin like i shouldSurf n terf shit sink my teeth in something goodThey mad I ain't hoodNaww I came to party hardYour grillin at me but I smile back, ***** party hard[Chorus]Cmon down, grab your girlfriend down, make her spin aroundAin't no other mother*****er get the people this wellWhat you want? some futuristic funkTell me what you want, a lil futuristic funkWe those kids gettin cheese on some cheetos shitJust *****in for the night then we leave that *****So what you want? some futuristic funkTell me what you want, a lil futuristic funk[Verse 2]Hey heySo you probably heard I rap a ton, havin funNever have I had a gunVomit when I spit like I devoured something bad for lunchTryna firgure out the way to get me rich, I have a hunchLike velma up or scoobydoo, confusing like a rubix cubeUsually dont do this I be stupid just a nuisanceAll you seem to hear about I'm in ya ear: q-tipYeah that's dude sick, sleeve with a few tricksBreath in a huge splif, weed come in two zipsYou like it when i burn it like a furnaceWhen the erb hitsLike it cuz I only smokin good baby turnips***** I'm fallin from the sky like bird shitMakin movies everywhere I go, call me Ernest[Chorus]Cmon down, grab your girlfriend down, make her spin aroundAin't no other mother*****er get the people this wellWhat you want? some futuristic funkTell me what you want, a lil futuristic funkWe those kids gettin cheese on some cheetos shitJust *****in for the night then we leave that *****So what you want? some futuristic funkTell me what you want, a lil futuristic funkLike Uh, like uhhh.
