Lyrics:
they face like that boy Reggie Miller
And I kill that pussy like my name Jack the Ripper
Baby, I'm horny and I ain't too proud to beg
Instead show me
this bitch
Yo, ayo
It's like six in the morning
Me and Miller just finished our pack
Couple fiends on the avenue, they lookin' for crack
Grab
Bob Costas in the house
Dr. J, in the house
Bill Walten, in the house
Sheryl Miller, in the house
Bugs Bunny, in the house
Elmer Fudd, in the house
the barbeque pits and the mini-bikes
Mini-skirts, Hennessys, and the Miller Lights
Domino tables, who got big 6?
Where I'm from we do concrete backflips
Flip
Bob Costas in the house
Dr. J, in the house
Bill Walten, in the house
Sheryl Miller, in the house
Bugs Bunny, in the house
Elmer Fudd, in the house
a beef
and work in the ghetto like Jack Tucker work some beans
livin off a high, rollin on this ride
bitches on the side, but only give them 2 weeks
Oh yeah
this dope shit done got a lot of my niggas
taken out the game
And to my brother Kevin Miller rest in peace fool
Verse 1
me shorty
I talk country cause you know I'm from New Orleans shorty
Let yourself go - you can get naughty shorty
P. Miller shoes on that candy red
Well the glass hit the chicken wire in front of my face
Jack Daniels was fallin' like rain on the stage
Then a fight broke down and the bouncer
je dis menteur ou agressions d'enfants
Ici y'a peu de clean money
Que si ça dépasse Cinq mille E
Ils font tous les T shelby
Ils ont la famille Miller
Texting in Texas and sexing for breakfast I love it
E.Miller shit
Early in the morning let me touch it
See imma big boy and I love that stankonia
Roses
the price
My shootas gon shoot they gon knock out ya lights
We gon do what we do and we not thinkin' twice
They say Miller been gone for some days
I been
to spark again
Rolling through the 214
Bought 2 packs of wraps, cost $2.14
Shrooms got me tripping like big 14
Know a fiend named Jack that be stalking for
you know he told you still jack em leave that rat alone
Bagging up dope small business we filed disaster loans
Feen took a piece lost his teeth guess
That I got from out in Oakland
From my nigga Slow Motion
With the Mac Miller's
Me and my fam the most dopest
Crackin' my drugs, back against the wall
drugs
And We Macin a Miller
They give us these drugs
And We Macin a Miller
(Rip Man)
Cuz these drugs be the killler
I thought of some top
She started
a cup
And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up
I'm tellin you now boy, you ain't jack
Talkin much junk like Mr. T at your back
but he's
you want some water,
I'll get
you a cup And if you don't wantit, then burn the hell up I'm tellin'
ya now,
boy, you ain't jack Talkin' that junk
the barbeque pits and the mini-bikes
Mini-skirts, Hennessys, and the Miller Lights
Domino tables, who got big 6?
Where I'm from we do concrete backflips
Flip
I'm not Yung Gravy
And I'm definitely not Jack Harlow
I'm not Cal Scruby
But you know I never set the bar low
I'm not Jay-Z
And I'm definitely no
beer
And have no fear
Of anything I see
Well it's times like this I must insist
That It's Just Beer for Me
Well Jack & Me
Yeah actually
We don't see eye
hoes
Free your soul, it's Mac and Chuck
High as hell, resting on a window pane
Heath Miller jersey on, watch the Steeler game
Got a couple homies out
hoes
Free your soul, it's Mac and Chuck
High as hell, resting on a window pane
Heath Miller jersey on, watch the Steeler game
Got a couple homies out
taking on all comers, dropping bombers
Reducing numbers, making it hot like the summer
This, one emcee he couldn't deal with the skill
Like Jack did
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