Onaroll by Mac Miller Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I be eatin' that Pink Slime
Hahaha
Here we go

[Verse 1]
Got my chick makin' drinks with that cream (Cream)
While I'm takin' sips of that lean (Lean)
Life ain't a bitch, well, if you make a wish
You might break a record like me (Me)
Got a mil' at the age of nineteen (Woo!)
But I may just give that back (Woo!)
To show my friends I could do it again
If I started all from scratch, huh
A-A-All I do is rap (Rap)
You could run and tell them hoes that (That)
More pipe than a plumber, it's nice with no rubber
She like when I fuck her like that (That)
This rap's what I do, but I been fly, been fly
You're now inside of my sick mind
That Pink Slime, Pink Slime
[Chorus]
She get good grades, suck good dick
What more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to fuck
What more could you ask for?
Fuck with drugs, fall in love
What more could you ask for?
What more could you ask—
W-W-What more could you ask—

[Verse 2]
Go a hundred miles an hour (Woo!)
Ride around the city (Woo!)
Smokin' on that sour (Sour)
C-C-Couple bad ones with me (With me)
Used to rock all my brother's clothes
Now, designer brands, got a bunch of those (Go, go, go)
Got a bunch of diamonds and a bunch of gold (Go, go, go, go)
Ridin' by the cops, I'm like fuck 'em though (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Hoes turn red for that Hermès
I'm bustin' nuts on her fur vest
My life is like a circus
My head's a little unfurnished
She honor roll, she Dean's list
Her ass round like Venus
My penis in her cleavage
That freaky bitch need Jesus
[Chorus]
She get good grades, suck good dick
What more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to fuck
What more could you ask for?
Fuck with drugs, fall in love
What more could you ask for?
What more could you ask—
W-W-What more could you ask—

[Verse 3]
I'm switchin' up my flows (Flows)
Sellin' out these shows (Shows)
Pop a bottle of Dom P, then spill it all on my clothes (Oh)
Now I'm actin' so grown (Grown)
Made a business all on my own
These labels callin' my phone
But I made this business all on my own (Woo!)
Give me that bass, bitch, I'm a basehead
Let it break shit 'til it make a mess (Ugh)
I wrote myself another blank check
I'm fuckin' ill, need a AIDS test
Win-win the Heisman, I'm MVP (P)
Dan Marino, you Sandusky ('ky)
MC Hammer, they can't touch me (Me)
Skateboard P, he be on that beat (That beat)
[Chorus]
She get good grades, suck good dick
What more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to fuck
What more could you ask for?
Fuck with drugs, fall in love
What more could you ask for?
What more could you ask—
W-W-What more could you ask—