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Uber
Mac Miller; Mike Jones
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, um
Who put the spiders in my applesauce?
Took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody said that I deserve to die
I looked him in the eye, said, "The devil's not circumcised"
Who put spiders in my applesauce?
Took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody tell me I deserve to die
I looked him in the eye and said, "The devil not circumcised"
So play me a song on the guitar (guitar)
Got a rainforest in my cigar (cigar)
There's knots in my yo-yo string
Put a crown on my stallion, I'm the Polo king
I fell in love with a go-go dancer, she a single mom
The underdog, like to play the game with Diddy Kong
She the god type, throw that bitch a Klondike
Everything is alright, see it's written in the Psalms
I told her I get rich off my little songs
Gave her a million reasons that she should come along
Immediately, she dropped her shit
But everywhere I go, they told me, "Watch yo' bitch"
(Goddamn) I guess I got another one
Good vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch
I put the gourmet flavors inside the honey blunt
Got my head underwater but I ain't comin' up
Fuck air, my bitch ass is like a plump pear
And she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she just fair
Man, this life is unfair
Okay, I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to lose
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
I said, I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to do
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
Stuntin' in a Uber
Ta, ta, ta-ta (yeah, bitch)
Ta-ta, ta, ta, ta-ta-ta (stuntin' in a Uber)
Ta, ta, ta-ta (yeah, bitch)
Ta-ta, ta, ta, ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta (stuntin' in a Uber)
Ta, ta, ta-ta (yeah, bitch)
Ta-ta, ta, ta, ta-ta-ta (stuntin' in a Uber)
I'm readin' old Playboy magazines
Somethin' from the '50s when the journalism had its peak
You play the background, you just a member of the faculty
I'm actually out here decision makin'
Had to get my shit together, I was missin' payments
I just pray to God that my lady isn't famous
She threw the gown on and we hit the banquet
She got her own story; just let the bitch explain it
Mac, I think the girl that you speakin' 'bout
Was, in fact, the same chick, late-night, creepin' out
Sneakin' out, my homie knew her, told me keep an eye
Found out she was twerkin', found out she wasn't workin'
The whole game switched when my man hit
Got me rollin' in a circle, top-down, blowin' purple
Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle (I said)
Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle
Swang, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'
Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin' (Mike Jones)
Switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'
Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin' (Mac)
Okay, I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to lose
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
I said, I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to do
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
Stuntin' in a Uber
Ta, ta, ta-ta (yeah, bitch)
Ta-ta, ta, ta, ta-ta-ta (stuntin' in a Uber)
Ta, ta, ta-ta (yeah, bitch)
Ta-ta, ta, ta, ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta (stuntin' in a Uber)
Ta, ta, ta-ta
Ta-ta, ta, ta, ta-ta-ta