PLANET DROOL. lyrics

by

Mac Miller


[Hook]
b*tch!
If I go broke then I'ma bool with my tool
You pull your sh*t, I pull my sh*t and let them duel
This ain't no dream b*tch, this ain't no planet drool
Don't be a fool
Just let me bool
If I go broke then I'ma bool with my tool
This ain't no beyblade, but b*tch we gonna let them duel
This ain't no dream b*tch, this ain't no planet drool
Don't be a fool
Just let me bool

[Verse 1: Mugz]
The 9 is your alarm, wake up
I'm hot I'm tryna get cake up
But I ain't a oven
Boy you soft as muffins
I play roulette with Russians
I don't do discussions
Nina a chatter box, she always throwing shots
She luv to gossip, she to luv to blow Nina you a thot
Better get low, sleep a n*gga like a tko
She suck di*k till her nose like roscoes
Runny , b*tch I hate money
But I still got it gift wrapped like a mummy sunny my days was the opposite
I seen n*ggas get killed just for popping sh*t
Get a profit b*tch and get a job
Stop leeching of a n*gga you ain't a prize


[Verse 2: Mugz]
I'm smooth enough to finesse the panties off a nun
One and done rappers mad they never won
Portland chilling just trail blazing
Laughing at the rappers that I'm raising
It's amazing, how I made you Into you
Diamonds on Michael phelps, out the pool
I'm flash with the wrist moves
I could kill you but what that prove
You can't even shower in your chains
You had to spend a check just to get the brain
We a different high, im purer strain
I could make you never rap again
But what I really have to gain when your fanbase
Is no face xanny poppers
Online when its wartime sh*t poppers
Does the hate get you dollars? maybe if you flex
I flex with your advancement on my neck
So what's next? real beef we could take it there
Street gps I'm good anywhere and it's very clear
[Verse 3: The Slump God]
5 hour b*tch I need energy
To beat the pus*y make melodies
I am the sh*t, know you smelling me
Don't f*ck with John, f*ck with Kennedy
I want a sub zero wrist
Put some ice up on that b*tch
Chef Boyardee in the kitchen, beat the pot up with my fist
You, you can't test us
High as giraffe nuts
Smoke like molasses
I reside in the body of a bast*rd
n*ggas try me then I Megaman blast them
Make or break that b*tch
I look upon my wrist, and like a disc
That b*tch is dancing, shine
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Like the movie 'Taken' this b*tch mine

[Outro: Xxxtentacion]
Roll away the summer time do not wait for me
If I ever break, them f*ck them
And f*ck the state
Then baby sit down sit down
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