Chords for Mac Miller - Red Dot Music (ft. Action Bronson) (NoDJ/CDQ)

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I'm about to meet my maker, brought a double cup of Drano
Soda for the flavor, uncontrollable behavior with some psychopathic tendencies
Lonely as your neighbor with the bitches, he got special needs
Worked to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on X and C
My flavor from the nature, need a acre for my recipe
They got my soul but I don't let them take the rest of me
My melody, a lil' like Kenny G's, it's heavenly
And my denim tailored, me in action rapping, I'll be fucking with the fader
Sipping mind eraser actually, we rapping for the fuck of it
Take your money from me, gon' smack you out in public
You the Republican government, abundance of substance, have a consumption of fucker bitch
You're a banana republic fit, go suck a dick
And your bitch looking like cousin It, the ugliest
I said it must be the drugs, they got us thinking crazy shit
Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick
Cadillacs is getting whipped, 185th, just for that sizzle, Gore-Tex in case it drizzled
I said it must be the drugs, got us thinking crazy shit
Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit
They looking down, keeping watch till I'm dead
So how'd I get [Fm] this red dot on my head?
[C#] Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first
Ask a rapper, take my people out for octopus
We all [Fm] deserve a dedication to the [C#] fam
Don't hold your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man
Damn, you see me peeling off the whip like when your mother stripped
Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip
Shit, I'm on some shit
Hands are fucking hotter than the [Fm] leather in the six in the [C#] summertime
I understand [Fm] I'm only [C#] rhyming for this son of mine
And so my daughter could be a lawyer and read the spoils
We ate the tuna, the suede puma, my look is J.Buna. Doggy, cause some of us should age sooner I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river Forbidden [Fm] jungle in the joint paper, point [C#] shaver [Fm] Check the bio, I fixed the game [C#] between [Fm] Kentucky and Miami of Ohio I [C#] said it [G] must be the drugs, they got [A#m] us thinking [C#] crazy shit Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick Cadillacs is getting whipped, 185 Just for that sizzle, Gore-Tex cases drizzle I said it must be the drugs, they got us thinking crazy shit Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit And looking down, keeping watch till I'm dead So how'd I get this red dot on my head? Uh, uh, bitch I'm not [Fm] enough I'm hot as wasabi [C#] sauce and constantly giving [Fm] y'all a bit of this [C#] ambiance I was a minor, [Fm] chasing after a diner [C#] None of my friends were fake, [Fm] but none of my clothes designer [C#] Went from posting on stoops to smoking on roofs I came from that basement, now look at this view Making this money, blowing it off What would you do to show me results? I'm a 6'35, dipper fly, motherfucker Leather to the foot, horses, I led them to the brook If you like to keep the chisel in the book I see a lion in the mirror when I look Look, I lose money but I make it back I keep it true [Fm] and ain't no motherfucking [C#] faking that I [Fm] get a fade in and I fade to black Bet on the razorbacks, I hold a multicolored flavor [C#] gat Back, back, back I said it once, I'll give it twice _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ was _ _ _ easy, Matt, with the cheesy raps Who the fuck is Mac Miller? This [G] name says crack dealing trap nigga slash cat pillar Back with the black stripper, ass thicker than a snack wraps nigga Too fat to snap zippers, and half is what I'll do to Mac Miller [G#] Now my mind's first track figure A nigga who treats his yak richer than Elixir Taps liquor than past tiller Goes around the room like his casket finna Oh, you Mac Miller The facts filtered in a snap picture My man Jack ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper Yoo-hoo, I'm finna murder this brunette bitch Get pumped like a flat fix to become a flat fixture A rap figure that look like you hacked Twitter I'll show you, beastie boy You can't match a killer with that wiggle I'd [G] rather attack Tigger or Jack Thiller He got track fillers for an album If he had jiggle on the ass Sticker wouldn't go cat litter [G#] where I'm from Malcolm, I knocked the thoughts off your balcony King, you're from a home of funny bones Not like quite the one I've known You look like before you punched in flows You was struck and blows Bloody nose for your honey roll In a lunchroom getting your money stole You a bully's best day ever With them Nikes on your feet Coming through Blue Slide Park I'm gon' rob this chump Wanna party on Fifth Ave like E. Donald Trump Nigga, give me that shit I liked you better when you was Eazy Mac with the cheesy raps