Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ignorant, artist - Mac Miller. Album song Macadelic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rostrum
Song language: English
Ignorant |
| You can’t believe it, it’s ridiculous, belligerent |
| Oh my bad I’m just killin' shit, I’m killin' shit |
| A girl a girl, a bitch a bitch, a bitch a bitch |
| Smart dude, we gettin' ignorant, that’s ignorant |
| Hey, so I just bought another Rolie and that shit is Goldie Hawn |
| Better get it before it’s gone because my shop been open long |
| I stay smokin' on that strong, I’m smokin' on that strong |
| Then go and take a hand full of drugs what the fuck is goin' on? |
| Bein' rich, well, thats fun as hell |
| These bitches come like they under spells |
| Yo Mr. Jobs you see I’m a Mac, but I’m rollin' deep like Adele |
| I’m Robert Downey Jr., you more like Steve Carell |
| So get smart, no head starts, put a Lion on a Gazelle |
| You tryna to rhyme because you idolize but I design for myself |
| But it’s hard to find these bars of mine, so Columbine your self |
| I don’t hate ya bitch, just fakin' rich, I get paper like RJ Camberidge |
| I’m best friends with my banker shit, gave her fifty racks just to make a wish |
| Brand new crib I’m paintin' it, half a mil just paid for it |
| No thanksgiving paradin' it, but we marchin' like the Saint’s came in |
| So run and hide, eyes open wide because this will be your jam |
| Just burn a dutch and turn it up as I pass it off to Cam (damn!) |
| I got that Mac with me (huh… huh) |
| I got that Mac with me (huh… huh) |
| I got that Mac with me (huh… huh) |
| You can’t believe it, it’s ridiculous, belligerent |
| Oh my bad I’m just killin' shit, I’m killin' shit |
| A girl a girl, a bitch a bitch, a bitch a bitch |
| Smart dude, we gettin' ignorant, that’s ignorant |
| I got that Mac with me |
| Yo, we never met before but there will be a mess for sure |
| When I was a baby my crib, was Mom’s dresser drawer |
| Infared, blastin' guns, duckin' shots, another K, another tank |
| Another Glock, they smokin' weed, shipping E, crushin' rocks |
| Forget the Porsche they want your baby mother’s box |
| And you pamper honey, word he pamper honey |
| And she sucking d! |
| ck for formula and Pamper money |
| And a real thug don’t play that, laid back where the mac and the K at |
| Yayo turned to the straight crack, Maybach black with a gat won’t say jack, |
| say jack, say jack… |
| I got that Mac with me (huh… huh) |
| I got that Mac with me (huh… huh) |
| I got that Mac with me (huh… huh) |
| You can’t believe it, it’s ridiculous, belligerent |
| Oh my bad I’m just killin' shit, I’m killin' shit |
| A girl a girl, a bitch a bitch, a bitch a bitch |
| Smart dude, we gettin' ignorant, that’s ignorant |
| I got that Mac with me |