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Mac Miller - Loud Disiz Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Disiz]
Enh, Yeah, loud!
France, Paris, Remix, yeah!
C'est Disiz et Mac Miller
Ah bon t'aimes pas?
What ever !

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Uh
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, yeah, nothin' 'bout me changed
Still roll up them blunts, got diamonds in my chain, haha
Yeah, you heard me I got diamonds in my chain
And 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 mill' more, then a number one spot on the Billboard

[Refrain 1: Mac Miller]
Yeah, people lie, numbers won't, keep me high, drugs is close
Roll one up, pour a cup, watch the world go up in smoke

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
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 goes, never chasin' after hoes
If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low
[Verse 2: Disiz]
Yeah, douze ans de pe-ra, soldé par un echec
Y'a encore quelques mois frérot c'était la hass
Six mois de travail, lucide une vision claire
Je viens de refaire 12 ans après, mon buzz de 12 ans en arrière
Pas besoin de manager faut juste une calculatrice
L'industrie du disque c'est un peu le bal des actrices
Disiz noir et blanc, j'ai le flow oreo
J'ai connu les bas les hauts, je vis toujours dans le barillot
Et le son est loud ! Je suis un gars rodé, un baroudeur
T'as pas idée il pu ma soeur, l'argent à trop d'odeur
Y a trop d'auteur sans trop d'hauteur
Le premier sans H
Je vais y allé meme si je suis hallé
Le dernier avec H
Ma vision du black money, celle de X
Fuck ta black card
Kill me softly comme Robert Taflag
Bail de west, Mac Milli petit feuj de Philly
En featuring avec Siz-di
Muslim avant d’être hustler

[Refrain 2: Disiz]
J'aime quand mon pe-ra sonne lourd, sonne lourd
Les gros balourd, sont plus glamour, aux feux de l'amour, de l'amour
Quelques potes, des bonnes idées par la lumière téléguidée
Fuck les biff en concert on kiff frère t'as pas idée
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
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 goes, never chasin' after hoes
If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Argh
I'ma get that Grammy soon, fuck your magazine
Jordan gonna hand me shoes, still fuck your magazine
Hammer team in that pack with me, hear the Jerm beat banging, with a glass of lean
When I went to every high school class would be tryna fuck the female faculty
I'm a crazy little fucker, think my head done ran 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, bitch stand up straight
Pump out raps, yeah, I got raps, tryna talk shit, what you think about that?
For the pesos, getting bank roll, I'ma lay low, chill, 'til I let that stack

[Refrain 1: Mac Miller]
Yeah, people lie, numbers won't, keep me high, drugs is close
Roll one up, pour a cup, watch the world go up in smoke
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
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 goes, never chasin' after hoes
If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low