82 92 (feat. Mac Miller) Lyrics
82-92 - Termanology/Mac Miller
Hey hey
What up term
Uh huh uh huh
And it go like
I'ma let the beat ride out
For a little bit you know what I mean
Just so y'all can feel what I'm feelin'
Aight now that we on the same page
Aight look
Hey hey
We be makin' that classic s**t rappin' on some statik hits
Immaculate mac a spaz and laughin' at all these average kids
Be with the baddest b***h style so miraculous
Think you heard me spit
But you don't even know the half of it
Keep it funky hungry like I need some money
Cheeky so my speech is funny
Own it like it's bees and honey
Tweedle-dee and dummy tryna take some G's up from me
Yeah they hate me but they love me
I be sillier than putty
Motherf**ker y'all be shapeshiftin'
Hate spittin' but with them wack bars
Take pictures with eight b***hes boy we some rap stars
Used to f**k around and just kick it in my backyard
Now I'm on the road hittin' shows with some bad broads
Me and term be on that hip-hop s**t
Surprised this youngin here know what real hip-hop is
Everybody here be like oh this my ish
Hey yo term go and kick that s**t
Listen my mellow the metal will turn you into jello
Claimin' that you peddle with mettle but never in the ghetto
Kill a fellow rapper immaculate never will I settle
With a middle class budget 'cause buddy I get the cheddar
Scrape up you amateurs babble on when I batter ya
Bakin' brownies with hash in 'em bachelor who be smashin' them
Gucci wallet attractin' 'em hoochies always be flashin' them
Loosies yo I be stackin' 'em so really I'm imaginin'
The wax killer with mac miller my rap's iller
Just ask spitta for currensy I'm a cash-getter
I smash twitter and facebook you straight shook
I do a song with you homie and it's a great look
My shotty handle is armani they all on me
Call mami and twist her back out like origami
I pour johnny walker in my cup
Ever since a little pup
I knew me and stat was gon' live it up
Sicker than your average average
Who's really the s**t
One nine eight two one nine nine two
Si-si-si-sicker than your average average
Who's really the s**t
One nine eight two one nine nine two
I'm better than good it sounds so now they mad
They hatin' on him
Girlies be waitin' I'm skatin' a figure eight up on 'em
B***hes be makin' me lemonade and cupcakes
Now you on my dick b***h tell me how my nuts taste
And we like f**k jake tryna get this puff cake
We bad boys for real homie you trunk space
I'll put a body in a maserati from the lottie
I'm packin' y'all in a rottie mixed with the dalai lami
Hey you mad I ain't as lame
As you eatin' beats like some asian food
Flowin' that's uncontainable rooftop amazin' view
A million rappers in the game but I'ma make it soon
They spendin' money for me now I'ma pay for you
Squash you like a tomato do burners
While high will blaze at you
My mami take the pillow and bite it
When I be lacin' it
It's undebateable roll around with a hater crew
Mac was born in ninety-two
But he rhyme like he from eighty-two
Bars sicker than your average average
Who's really the s**t
One nine eight two one nine nine two
Si- si- si- sicker than your average average
Who's really the s**t
One nine eight two one nine nine two
Nineteen eighty-two the album comin' soon
B***h
B***h