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Mac Miller Foolin Around

'm the funny type So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around I'm just foolin around, I'm just foolin around (Igh, check it, look) I'm just foolin' around

the funny type So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around I'm just foolin around, I'm just foolin around (Igh, check it, look) I'm just foolin' around

this fool up on 75th who had a safe and a whole lot of yea Two six-fours and a ragtop sittin on them thangs He said this motherfucker was worth ten mill

with the mad pa-style, freeze, music please I dribble rhymes like Basketball-ems, people call me E.T. (What's that Shaq man?) Extra-Tall ems, you better than Shaq-tack, fool

wanna go To the top, she perfect and she outta know When she walkin by the studio, you can see my heart beating through my clothes She ain't around

this paper so they follow everywhere we go So for the bullshit we aint got later cuz we down here on this road Cool ass, fly around chillen young fool

' out west bank for my mill And I'm from Hampstead, it's close to the shacks of park south Well, I'll be outside slingin', you're always high And don't come around

the phone if I call See I'm livin' real large eventhough I'm real small But don't let that fool ya Money rules everything around me Creepin up silent

gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip Bailed outside and pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools