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Mac Miller Ridin High

I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab Now I gotta work my wood grain wheel Poppin? trunks, poppin? grills, still poppin? seals High up in the hill with my mind on mill

(Verse 1) Ridin with the windows down Rollin thru the city Got the weed goin around & the MOST dope with me, hey Simply gettin high like its 1969 Imma

Verse 1: (B.G.) Money makin' is my thing A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach Baby Gangsta is my title Al

Die Aint A God Damn Than Gon Change [Chorus:] Im Ridin' Slow Gettin' My Dough And I High Than A Motherfucker Breakin' These Hoes In My Brand New Cloths And Im Higher

Verse 1: (B.G.) Money makin' is my thing A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach Baby Gangsta is my title

out Put up in yo chest n' still holla all in my mouth tryin to get popped out But I burn rubber on hood rats we ridin high speed Cuz I like to drop E

bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-

I can get ya sales up Come and fuck with' ya man I'll get you in loops, get you a extra couple of grand I let it splash from the mac milli Who got the

: Verse 1: (B.G.) Money makin' is my thing A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach Baby Gangsta is my title