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Mac Miller - Thumbalina
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Vocals
Josh Berg
Josh Berg
Programming
Beastie Boys
Beastie Boys
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Yauch
Adam Yauch
Songwriter
Charles Miller
Charles Miller
Songwriter
Harold Brown
Harold Brown
Songwriter
Howard Scott
Howard Scott
Songwriter
Jerry Goldstein
Jerry Goldstein
Songwriter
Lee Oskar
Lee Oskar
Songwriter
Leroy Jordan
Leroy Jordan
Songwriter
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
Michael Diamond
Michael Diamond
Songwriter
Morris Dickerson
Morris Dickerson
Songwriter
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Songwriter
Sylvester Allen
Sylvester Allen
Songwriter
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Adam Keefe Horovitz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Berg
Josh Berg
Recording Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Larry Fisherman
Larry Fisherman
Producer
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Straight up, I just wanna say one time After two years at this motherfuckin' crib, fuck all y'all motherfuckers Livin' all over this motherfucker tryna kick me out That goes for you, Mrs. Watson With ya little ass kids always fuckin' cryin' You got your little chihuahua Fuck you and your motherfuckin' mama, bitch I'm out here, suck my motherfuckin' dick! Yeah, REMember Music, Old Jewish (Go ahead) (This is my tambourine) Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's how it's goin' down, one time for that Okay, okay, yeah (oh, my Lord) He's on drugs again My neighbors yellin', I don't give a fuck again And I swear to God if the cops come again I'ma open up this door, get to rumblin' Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin' My dick, your mouth, no discussion, yeah It's all happenin', I must be imaginin' Take a hit, time travelin' Turn up the motherfuckin' volume Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm 'bout to bust like the condom) And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume? (That disguise make your body look awful) Let me see them nipples, baby Ooh (what's happenin', man?) Don't give it all up, just a little, baby Ooh (what's happenin' here?) I'm just tryna free your mind (Free your, free your mind) 'Cause all you see is dollar signs (She blinded by the streets) Yeah Line-crosser, real-life flyin' saucer Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture Young prodi-gy, I'ma eat lobster Pull Spanish bitches, but I speak nada And she got a need to roll the weed all up You ain't got a chance when it's me on ya (shit) I'm a motherfuckin' legend, girl Leave that pussy killed, bitches out in Edinburg Turn up the motherfuckin' volume (I'm 'bout to bust like the condom) And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume? (That disguise make your body look awful) Leave that pussy crippled, baby Ooh (what's happenin', man?) Let me slide right down the middle, baby (yeah) Ooh, where the fuck, my Thumbalina? Has anybody seen her? (Faces) She blinded by the streets (Ooh) 'bout to start my own motherfuckin' committee And it's gon' be me and Josh And it's gon' be with motherfuckin' bitches With their motherfuckin' ass and titties, I don't give a fuck... Shit
Writer(s): Rick Rubin, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Lee Oskar, Malcolm James Mccormick, Adam Keefe Horovitz, Michael Louis Diamond, Morris Dewayne Dickerson, Charles Miller, Jerry Goldstein, Howard E. Scott, Sylvester Allen, Harold Ray I. Brown, Le Roy L. Jordan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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