Video Do It Again de Mac Miller 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Mac Miller - Do It Again Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Rated R, Beedie & The Hues Corporation]
Baby, baby, baby
How I wish (How I wish) we could do it all again (Still blowin' that smoke)
Ayo, Osk, you know we gotta do one for the ladies
It ain't the typical shit though (What?)
The one's for the ladies
Let me show 'em how we goin' through this one
(Ill Spoken, How High: The Mixtape) Check it, y'all

[Verse 1: Beedie]
How the kid do, withdrew some cash, then I slid through (Cha-ching)
Lookin' for some ass fast, grab a tissue
I know this shit can get sticky, I ain't stuck on honey
'Cause I'm a playboy, me and shorty fuck like bunnies
I'm like, "Dammit, this chick's fly (Woo)
I wanna slide through your thick thighs
Baby, is you down for the dick-ride? (Yeah)
Well, if you are, you can hop in my car
I sweet-talk to you, baby, I don't talk to you hard
And then my eyes, bitch, you are who you are, so I ain't gotta tell
Have you straight screamin' out my name, shit gets hot as hell" (Haha)
She got a glimpse, now she beggin' for more
And I'ma give it to her 'cause I'm always ready to score (I'm ready)
It's all the shit you wish you had, holla at them bitches there (Yeah)
I got a girl to suck my dick like I'm a millionaire
Plus I got a couple hoes on call that go down hard
And suck my shit up good, don't you slow down, no
[Interlude: Beedie]
Shit is crazy (Hahaha)
Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, them cowards is lazy
Fuck you think you offendin' with that shit?
Ayo, Mac, tell these motherfuckers to stand back
'Fore I crack they nuggets open, have blood all over the place, motherfucker
So what you—what you wan' do?

[Verse 2: EZ Mac]
I do my girl like some bomb
That one-hitter-quitter, then I'm gone (And I'm gone)
See, shorty lookin' right, sittin' on the couch
Then she give me brains 'til there's no feelin' in her mouth (Yeah)
'Cause y'all pussy like some feline, feminine cats (Uh-huh)
Need some real when you spittin' on your estrogen rap (Haha, pussy)
See, me and Beedie ain't fuckin' with y'all (Nah)
We'd rather let these razor blades cut through our jaws
See, we run through the mall, buyin' everything in it
L rolled behind my ear, pickin' up some fine women (What it do?)
Bitch, eat your spinach, y'all chicken like Popeye
Rotisserie, muhfuckers just not fly (Nuh-uh)
I'ma call you Ostrich, runnin' around
Forgot that hip-hop started out under the ground
Now you dumb it down for the circus runnin' ya town (What up?)
Man, I think I've just about enough from you clowns (Get the fuck out of here)
Now I'm a dog taken straight from the pound
On that Cali weed while you bitches stay blazin' the brown (Get your weed up, muhfuckers)
[Interlude: Beedie]
Yo, step your whole game up, matter fact (Woah)
Y'all some weak, pussy motherfuckers (True)
And I ain't with it (True)
Switch ya style up (True), quit copyin' my shit
Check it, it's like

[Verse 3: Beedie]
I feel like I'm standin' on the tip of my toes
Spittin' my flows, makin' motherfuckers switch up they roles
'Cause you gon' have to step your game up (What?)
Homie, change up
Every time you spittin' lines, comin' with the same stuff
You ain't tough, I'ma show the bitch [?] (Uh-huh)
I came from hand-me-downs, now look what I'm slippin' into (What?)
It's fresh clothes, yes, hoes, Beedie back on the grind
If somebody ain't with it, send 'em to the back of the line
And ya done, haha

[Verse 4: EZ Mac]
And now ya stuck tryna make it up (What?)
So prepare for the heat when the flame erupts (Yep)
Have you twitchin' like you hittin' on some angel dust (Haha)
No one gives a fuck about you, we hate ya guts (Bitch)
Plus, it ain't rough when I'm kickin' a free
That cat Mac name begins with a E, to the Z (Z)
From the home of the free, the land of the brave
I turn MC's into singin' Danity Kane, bitches (Haha, yeah)
[Outro: Mac Miller & Beedie]
Fuck y'all, muhfuckers
It's The Ill Spoken, time y'all lil' bitch-ass muhfuckers st—
Yo, I don't think they even motherfuckin'—