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Mac Miller

Mac Miller

Snap Back

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[Chorus x2]
Had some baggy gear, now my clothes tailored (x2)
Had a fitted cap, now I rock a snapback (x2)

Uh, I used to rock a double X L
Now the ladies all say I dress well
With a nice pair of jeans, LRG or Mizou
Crew neck sweatshirt, had and supreme shoes
Pocket stayed equipped with some paper and some gold piff
Pack of gum squares, blackberry and a phone clip
Got Most Dope Clique, bunch of mothafuckers lookin' fresh
Crooks and castle dress
Sl-sl-sloppy haters shouldn't mess
Walkin' by your lady and I'm sorry if I took her breath
You was just baby, crying til you was shook to death (bitch)
Fade away like an etch-e-scetch
Don't second guess, ain't nobody better dressed
Text hoes we're less clothes then her mama like
Church girl always go to school she the honest type
But when it comes to boys she like 'em bad
So holla at the kid I got swag

[Chorus x2]
Had some baggy gear, now my clothes tailored (x2)
Had a fitted cap, now I rock a snapback (x2)

Nic nac paddy whack give that boy some clothes
Imitate the kid, you may get yourself some hoes
Snap back, flat cap, amtrak swaggin
Kid come correct never messin' up the pattern
Y'all chicks all puzzled
Mismatch mess, got my jeans on with J's lookin' fresh
Yes my colors match
and I ain't no other cat lookin the kid
Yeah none of y'all fuck with Mac
You rockin' something that lookin' like a lumberjack
How you wearin' 3 different t shirts under that?
Teach you how to dress real stylish, I'm the wildest
Nothin' on me lookin' childish
Fire talk, I am hot
Y'all is just some mild sauce
Got my clothes tailored
Fits so nicely
Soon you'll see these mothafuckers dressin' just like me

[Chorus x2]
Had some baggy gear, now my clothes tailored (x2)
Had a fitted cap, now I rock a snapback (x2)

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