Artist/Band:
Mac Miller
Lyrics for Song: Knock Knock
Lyrics for Album: K.I.D.S. [2010]
This is gonna feel real good, alright?
Most Dope
Everybody please put your thumb in the air
(chorus x2)
1,2,3,4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
(1st verse)
I feel like a million bucks
But my money don't really feel like I do
And from the ground I built my own damn buzz
People was amazed I was still in high school
But now I'm out, and money what I'm bout
Tryin to get so much I can't keep count
New kicks give me cushion like whoopie
Keep a smile like an Eat'n Park cookie
Everything good, I'm white boy awesome
Up all night - Johnny Carson
I aint gotta Benz, no just a Honda
But try to get my money like an Anaconda,
Real, real long cross the country
Smoke joints in the whip, no cop can bust me
Drive into the stage, they applaud and scream
All the pretty girls come flock with me, yeah i rock the beat
(chorus x2)
1,2,3,4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
And I like my rhymes witty, all my dimes pretty
If you got weed you can come fly with me
Now I don't take pity on them silly little hoes
Milly Vanilly but this is really how it goes
Mouth my words, don't say shit
Shut up bitch and ride this dick
I'm just playing let's have a ball
All we need is some weed, hoes, and alcohol
So forget it when I'm wrecking the etiquette for the hell of it
smelling it when the L's and I'm flied like a pelican
Young fresh and I'm so damn intelligent
Girls give me brains cuz I acting like a gentleman
In deeper than the water Michael Phelps was in
gonna have a party baby you can tell your friends
we the type lookin right still setting trends
fuck a job imma get these damn presidents
(chorus x2)
1,2,3,4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
not a day goes by when I am gettin high
they wonder why don't I go get myself a job
so i can make they bucks but i don't give a fuck
no I feel great
bitch I feel great
(chorus x2)
1,2,3,4 some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so
let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)
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