War Games Freestyle Mac Miller
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[Intro: Easy Mac, Pharaohe Monch & O.C.]
War games, war games
Aight
Aight, yeah
Yeah
Uh, yo
Uh, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
Easy Mac, but my mackin' ain't easy
The other rappers satis-factually are so cheesy
You wanna get up to me, the game needs me
I be ya bitch like a beat says, "Please me"
So I don't even know, but I keep on teasing
I just keep on doin' it, it's a Point Breeze thing
I'ma about to do it, it's the trees bring-brought
And you's about to get shot
'Cause my shit is lyrical, it gets sent to you like spiritual
If you wanna do it, I'm a kid in school
Just tryna hit the bull, this shit is so typical, it's pitiful
Shittin' on this chick 'cause I'm hittin' you
I'ma hit you back with some shit, as a matter of fact
Nobody can say what I can say, nobody can do that
So I can do that, baby, screw cats
And I'm about to do it, baby, yeah, I knew that
And if you wanna come and get into the room back
I'ma come to you dressed in black, that is how I act
So if you wanna come, you can't even see me or be me
Malcolm McCormick is on the CD, it's so easy
And matter fact, it's Easy Mac
Got some good tree or weed, give me four Gs of that
Maybe a little more, get maybe a quarter
And I'm about to do it, lyrical slaughter
I'm about to do it 'cause this shit's like water
I make it rain, I make it pour on you haters
War games, war games
Aight
Aight, yeah
Yeah
Uh, yo
Uh, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
Easy Mac, but my mackin' ain't easy
The other rappers satis-factually are so cheesy
You wanna get up to me, the game needs me
I be ya bitch like a beat says, "Please me"
So I don't even know, but I keep on teasing
I just keep on doin' it, it's a Point Breeze thing
I'ma about to do it, it's the trees bring-brought
And you's about to get shot
'Cause my shit is lyrical, it gets sent to you like spiritual
If you wanna do it, I'm a kid in school
Just tryna hit the bull, this shit is so typical, it's pitiful
Shittin' on this chick 'cause I'm hittin' you
I'ma hit you back with some shit, as a matter of fact
Nobody can say what I can say, nobody can do that
So I can do that, baby, screw cats
And I'm about to do it, baby, yeah, I knew that
And if you wanna come and get into the room back
I'ma come to you dressed in black, that is how I act
So if you wanna come, you can't even see me or be me
Malcolm McCormick is on the CD, it's so easy
And matter fact, it's Easy Mac
Got some good tree or weed, give me four Gs of that
Maybe a little more, get maybe a quarter
And I'm about to do it, lyrical slaughter
I'm about to do it 'cause this shit's like water
I make it rain, I make it pour on you haters
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