Thumbalina – Mac Miller

Straight up, I just wanna say one time after two years in this motherfuckin’ crib: f*** all y’all motherfuck***, living all over this motherfuc*** tryin’ to kick me out, that goes for you, Mrs. Watson with your little ass kids always fuckin’ crying. You got your little chihuahua, f*** you and your motherfuckin’ mama bitch, I’m out here!
Suck my motherfuckin’ dick! Here!
REMember Music
Old Jewish

He’s on drugs again
My neighbor’s yellin’, I don’t give a f*** again
And I swear to God if the cops come again
I’ma open up this door, get to rumblin’
Start bussin’, bussin’, bussin’, bussin’
My dick, your mouth, no discussion
Yeah, it’s all happenin’
I must be imaginin’, take a hit, time travelin’

Turn up the mothafuckin’ volume
And you a freak, why you hidin’ in a costume?

Let me see them nipples baby
Don’t give it all up, just a little, baby
I’m just tryna free your mind
Cause all you see is dollar signs

[Verse 2]
Line crosser, real life flyin’ saucer
Nothin’ straight ‘bout her but her posture
Young prodi-gy, I’ma eat lobster
Pull Spanish bitches but I speak nada
And she got a need to roll the weed all up
You ain’t got a chance when it’s me on you
I’m a mothafuckin’ legend, girl
Get that pu*** killed, bitches out in Edinboro

Turn up the mothafuckin’ volume
And you a freak, why you hidin’ in a costume?

Leave that pu*** crippled, baby
Let me slide right down a little, baby
Where the f*** my Thumbalina?
Has anybody seen her face?
She’s blinded by the streets

About to start my own motherfuckin’ committee and it’s gonna be me and Josh and it’s gonna be motherfuckin’ bitches with their motherfuckin’ ass and titties, I don’t give a fuck… shit