笨小笨Gees (feat. ScHoolboy Q) (Explicit)歌词由Mac Miller&Schoolboy Q演唱，出自专辑《Watching Movies with the Sound Off (10th Anniversary) [Explicit]》，下面是《Gees (feat. ScHoolboy Q) (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Gees (feat. ScHoolboy Q) (Explicit)歌词完整版
Gees (feat. ScHoolboy Q) (Explicit) - Mac Miller/Schoolboy Q
Ugh ign'ant-a*s white kid white kid
But I'm still bicycling and recycling 'cyling
And I'm still eating gummy bear vitamins
All my ******* taking vicodin huffing nitrogen go
Hyper than williams' middle son
Since I was a little one moms had
To put me on the ritalin
Made a swisher run crack the 40 then I lit a blunt
Told chuck I had a couple raps so we kicked the drums
All the best rappers are usually dead
But I'm the poison that left a widow juliet
In the studio with candles lit and buddha heads
Coming up with all the coldest ****
Take your sudafed sudafed
Contagious speaking while sedated
God **** make 'em want to add
A couple pages to the bible
I ain't got nothing left in my will
'Cept throw it all in the casket it's mine still
Ugh I need some backpack cast raps
Took a break just to kill the game half-assed
Set some rat traps went and took a cat nap
Woke up threw the dead bodies in the trash bags
Act polite but I'm nasty on the mic
Your ***** don't want my ****
Then she has to be a dyke
Slap her but she like it
Tell me master feed me pipe
I'm the scotch on the rocks you
The appletini type type
***** suck my **** before I slap you with it
Gees
***** suck my **** before
I slap you with it
Gees woah
Ugh still ******* with these hoes
Though hoes though
Bozo on these doppelgänger jojos jojos
Take a ***** to soho for some fro-yo
And tell her she gon' blow it romo
And now I'm out in cali
Like tone-loc tone-loc
Young boy but I'm chillin'
With some grown folk grown folk
No joke most d**e you just bowl smoke
How much coke you gotta sell
To make a boat float
Hit 'em hit 'em 'til they tell me
No more no more
I'm a highly difficult ropes course
Pullin' up to rome on a chrome gold horse
Say wassup to the pope
Pull off in a porsche porsche
Who are you kiddin'
Your flow's warshed
I ain't in the street but I'll grill you
From the porch *****
I been had hoes I played sports for real
Her a*s out the bottom
Of her shorts sheesh woah
Suck my **** before I slap you with it
Gees
***** suck my **** before I slap you with it
Gees
Ugh black James bond
Turned my daughter to a queen
Turned a dollar to a dream
Flashy as high-beams smoking on good w**d
Something from kush seeds
The only strand to smoke for us OGs
I'm rich car service no car keys yeah
First-class flight 'bout to land to a new ***** yeah yeah
She **** me and swallowed every homie
I came with aww aww
MCM bag and n***a bet some w**d in it
Two-hundred dollars worth of backwoods
We all livin' yeah yeah
Brought the gangsters back the bucket hat
How real is that ou
I'm getting money rub my tummy
That's my baller sack ugh
Quarter million in a safe in case I get a case
Faggot-a*s judge hatin' on me
'Cause my money straight yeah
Dropped ten racks in all fifty states *****
Gon' name my next tour million-man march aww yeah
Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf yeah
She gave me head my nuts touched her 'cross boss
Yeah
Figg side
Suck my **** before I slap you with it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
