Mac Miller - Goose Porridge lyrics

(Intro) Don't beat your wife Every night but right now we all depend on Spic and Span (Verse 1: Peanut) Your b**h is a power forward for my team She get me brainwash steam She swallow my kids aka semen They call me, the new Willie Beamen But I pop everyday not just Sunday I just got the bars say I'm built like Gunplay But I don't play with them guns eh Just some [?] for them duckies eh Rollin Dutchs while I'm watching Mighty Ducks I gots some Kush and a dutch in the clutch White gravy on the biscuit It's all good, [?] your strong haze from the hood With the grinder, I'm a mess With this stick of haze I'm like Gretz..ky But the only thing black in hockey is the puck So I watch that sh** like what the f** I'd rather just get high and watch, End up leaned up, or Duck tales Still smoking this L, I met your girl at Rock the Bells Got some head, listening to R Kells (Hook) Fiesta Fiesta ugh (x4) (Chorus: Mac Miller) Yo that's dat, nut on her face it goes splat Yea that's dat, nut on her face and then her back That's dat, nut on her face it goes splat That's dat, tap out (Verse 2: ClockWork) Jump off to Best Buy holler at the Mexicans Dive in that traffic man, holler at pedestrians Headed to the spot you know it's popping on them saturdays Holler at them shorties made a left cause they went that away Gas pedal, gas pedal Bay sh** popping, where them big booty freaks at Tell me once, tell me twice man, I won't forget that Says she lonely, says she need me Please don't leave her she hate that Now we on the couch touching while we watching.. What we watching? what we watching? Movies n***a, we watching movies, we watching movies (Verse 3: Q Hefner) I said it's one nation under pause You, nag your b**h, wanna f** with god She, got the pipe n***a what's the odds very probable She let me see what that wobble do You tweeting where she at she unfollowed you Me and my n***as laughed about it last week You look so sad about it that's weak (Loser) I had your duck and she gave me that beak Met her at the open zoo, yeah that's the [?] I made your ducky say UGH like Master P My dick a work of art, that's a master piece Clutch like Kirby Puckett , getting duck bu*ter and duggets (Chorus) (Verse 4: Friend Of A Rapper) p**y always dripping Your b**h is always slipping, on my hardwood floors You know I've been known to body hoes I f** em high and I s** em low, I let em go like adios She sniffing coke with a bloody noes her eyes are closed She running from that feeling Gonna f** her on the ceiling Grabbed her guts like I'm stealing I don't give a f**, I treat her bad When she see me, she see her dad I beat it like he used to.. I said I eat it like he used to She been abused so I keep it going Hit a b**h just to keep her moaning Let her see that ocean from the bottoms up, so bottoms up Lets get drunk and bu*t f** some dumb s*uts With numb nuts and tongue studs and bite marks and cig burns Hit a b**h till her lip turns, black and blue Take a stack or two on a Macbook Hit her [?] till that a** shook Let me see how that crack look Doobie stains and hunger pains Come on b**h just give me brains Yea, I said come on b**h just give me brains (Chorus)