Cold Feet Lyrics

Yeah, uhhh I rap better cause I'm mad clever Oh my God! Hey
Mac Miller Yeah, they always want that fun shit when you tryna spit a little something real They start running, turning chicken like a nugget meal How the f-ck I feel? Kinda like 100 mills Spun the wheel, bought a vowel, I don't owe you nothin' still F-ck a deal, I can do it with my own team Won before, seen, hearing all these hoes scream When I was 14, sippin on my OE Tryna marry money but that bitch kept getting cold feet Music loud, hear it banging through the whole street Beat getting shit on: toilet bowl seat No sleep, just work, got a couple horny girls in a see-through shirt So believe my hype, muthaf-ckas can't read nor write [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/cold-feet-lyrics-mac-miller.html ]
Still they talking shit man, I've seen your type Got problems, can't sleep at night Cause your girl want to come around freak all night I'm a sex drill when I'm rolling off them x pills Five bikes, ten wheels, girl I'll leave your legs still Say I don't do drugs, just weed Well I'mma do drugs and speed down the street Do doughnuts, your flow sucks, you so butt Your girl's getting throat f-cked I get high, I go up Why you saying that he's a tramp? They come to all those shows just to meet your friends? So much coke sniffed, f-cking hoes with bloody noses Just a couple doses, f-ck the roses Class time: better take good notes You bitches couldn't touch me with a Facebook poke Bitch!