Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loud , by - Mac Miller. Song from the album Macadelic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rostrum
Song language: English
Loud |
| Ladies and gentleman |
| This is macadelic |
| Mother fucker |
| (Hahahaha) |
| Ugh I got codeine in my cup |
| You can bet your ass I’m sippin' |
| Groupies fall in love |
| I’m like bitch you must be trippin' |
| I’m just tryna fuck |
| And she just need tuition |
| Why you tryna stunt you need to play your own position |
| Never gave a fuck |
| And nothing I’ma change |
| Still roll up them blunts |
| Got diamonds in my chain |
| Yeah you heard me I got diamonds in my chain |
| But it don’t make a difference if you cryin’in the rain |
| Two hundred shows, I’ma kill more |
| I just sold out that fillmore |
| Got a million, make a mil more |
| Play a number one spot on the billboard |
| Yeah people lie |
| Numbers won’t |
| Keep me high |
| Judges croak |
| Growing up Pro cup |
| Watch the world go up in smoke |
| I like my music real loud (real loud) |
| Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now) |
| Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes |
| If you didn’t, now you know, never keep your pockets low |
| I like my music real loud (real loud) |
| Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now) |
| Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes |
| If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low |
| I’ma get that grammy soon |
| Fuck your magazine |
| Jordan gonna hear me shoot |
| No fuckin magazine |
| Hammer team, in that packer me Hit a germ, be bangin’in the glass saline |
| When I went to every high school class would be Tryna fuck the female faculty |
| I’ma crazy little fuck good thing my head don’t run away |
| I experiment with drugs but I won’t ever fuck with yay |
| I just made a million dollars still I think I’m underpaid |
| Fuck with me? |
| kid no way |
| When you meet me, bitches stand up straight |
| Pump out reps |
| Yeah I got reps |
| Tryna talk shit what you think about that? |
| For the pesos, getting bank rolls, I’ma lay low chill, til I let that stack |
| People lie, numbers won’t |
| Keep me high, drugs is close |
| Throwin up, pro cup |
| I like my music real loud (real loud) |
| Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now) |
| Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes |
| If you didn’t, now you know, never keep your pockets low |
| I like my music real loud (real loud) |
| Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now) |
| Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes |
| If you did, now you know, never keep your pockets low |