Mac Miller - Loud (remix) lyrics

Disiz : Enh, Yeah, loud ! France, Paris, Remix, Yeah ! C'est Disiz et Mac Miller Ah bon t'aimes pas ? What ever ! Mac Miller : Ladies and gentleman This is macadelic Mother f**er (hahahaha) Ugh I got codeine in my cup You can bet your a** I'm sippin' Groupies fall in love I'm like b**h you must be trippin' I'm just tryna f** And she just need tuition Why you tryna stunt you need to play your own position Never gave a f** And nothing bout me change Still roll up them blunts Got diamonds in my chain Yeah you heard me I got diamonds in my chain But it don't make a difference if you cryin' in the rain Two hundred shows, I'mma k** more I just sold out that Fillmore Got a million, make a mil more Play a number one spot on the billboard Yeah people lie Numbers won't Keep me high Drugs are close Rollin up Poured cup Watch the world go up in smoke Refrain (Mac Miller) I like my music real loud (real loud) Can you turn that sh** up for me right now (right now) Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low I like my music real loud (real loud) Can you turn that sh** up for me right now (right now) Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low Disiz : Yeah, douze ans de pe-ra, soldé par un echec Y'a encore quelques mois frérot c'était la ha** Six mois de travail, lucide une vision claire Je viens de refaire 12 ans après, mon buzz de 12 ans en arrière Pas besoin de manager faut juste une calculatrice L'industrie du disque c'est un peu le bal des actrices Disiz noir et blanc, j'ai le flow oreo J'ai connu les bas les hauts, je vis toujours dans le barillot Et le son est loud ! Je suis un gars rodé, un baroudeur T'as pas idée il pu ma soeur, l'argent à trop d'odeur Y a trop d'auteur sans trop d'hauteur Le premier sans H Je vais y allé meme si je suis hallé Le dernier avec H Ma vision du black money, celle de X f** ta black card k** me softly comme Robert Taflag Bail de west, Mac Milli petit feuj de Philly En featuring avec Siz-di m**m avant d'être hustler Refrain (Disiz + Mac Miller) J'aime quand mon pe-ra sonne lourd, sonne lourd Les gros balourd, sont plus glamour, aux feux de l'amour, de l'amour Quelques potes, des bonnes idées par la lumière téléguidée f** les biff en concert on kiff frère t'as pas idée I like my music real loud (real loud) Can you turn that sh** up for me right now (right now) Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low I like my music real loud (real loud) Can you turn that sh** up for me right now (right now) Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low Mac Miller : I'mma get that Grammy soon f** your magazine Jordan gonna hear me shoot No f**in magazine Hammer team, in that packer me Hit a germ, be bangin' in the gla** saline When I went to every high school cla** would be Tryna f** the female faculty I'mma crazy little f** good thing my head don't run away I experiment with d** but I won't ever f** with yay I just made a million dollars still I think I'm underpaid f** with me? kid no way When you meet me, b**hes stand up straight Pump out reps Yeah I got reps Tryna talk sh** what you think about that? For the pesos, getting bank rolls, I'mma lay low chill, til I let that stack Refrain (Mac Miller) I like my music real loud (real loud) Can you turn that sh** up for me right now (right now) Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low I like my music real loud (real loud) Can you turn that sh** up for me right now (right now) Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low