SAP - O.K. lyrics

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator] Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em (Girl, shake that body) [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Whoa, what do we have here? People want to know how we could be that weird How many hoes want to clean Mac's beard? I k** flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo My b**h s**, she a vacuum f** her in the a** everytime I'm in a bad mood Ain't got a choice, know she do it cause she have to I hit it raw while I'm listening to Papoose No respect, cause you wear a V-neck I mean stress, pressure that could even make Keith sweat I wish Narnia was on a GPS I wish Rihanna was DTF I got rich with these rap songs Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone Album filled with all sad songs But this the one that I can laugh on [Hook] [Verse 2: Tyler the Creator] Girl, shake that body, them a** and totties I want to see them cankles at my hotel lobby b**h, why you so damn snobby? Your a** flatter than the back of my head I bought you dinner now it's time to pay me back with some head Or I'ma have my little sister beat the back of your head I'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a dickhead a**hole area where my gooch sag Little momma got salty at me, she started talking tough So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up Popped a hundred mollies, fifth of sherm, think I was sparking up A bottle of Zima, the Beamer, I started parking up Seen my n***a, Mac, and he hopped in the back And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs And b**h came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade But I'm a b**h-a** n***a so I say [Hook] [Bridge: Tyler, the Creator] T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy Making sure you n***as don't win like referees Looking for the b**hes that love to s** peewee, Herman, I'm a vermin And you could tell I golf with my hat, man, f** Thurnis [Verse 3: Mac Miller] I'm at IHOP's and eating with Tyler Drink cocoa then double-team Mariah But please, don't tell Nick We were all watching movies at a Motel 6 Like ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha I hope Kendrick f** Gaga If Madonna on the Kabbalah Then me and Snoop could chill and be Rastas I don't need Prada to show you I'm rich Pulling out the llama like "Show me your tits" Keep crying cause I still ain't over my b**h Oh well, it'll be OK...