Bird Call Lyrics - Watching Movies With The Sound Off - Mac Miller

Quack, quack 

I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, watching Worldstar 

Benz in the garage, probably got to drive your girl car 

You ain't a rapper, my homies never heard y'all 

I just spit a punchline, so now I need a bird call 

Hit your sister in the face with a Nerf Ball 

I'm dealing with some shit that really don't concern y'all 

Punch a fan if you get a fucking word wrong 

I'm wavy, get me some shit that you can surf on 

Finding me a bitch I can swerve on 

Frank Thomas homie, about to put the hurt on 

Your bitch at night lie in bed, she turned on 

Throw some weed, tell her burn one 

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Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one 

Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one 

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Yea, I used to give a fuck about success 

Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress 

Posted down for buttsex, it will be a cum fast 

Sorry that's some shit I had to confess 

Crazy ass bitch doing 911 threats 

Came in the game smoking Newport Hundreds 

Now I'm at the top and the crown fit 

Gold on my outfit 

Surrounded by this pussy, I'ma drown in 

Got that wet pack, bitch come and give me that 

You know we wanna know where them titties at 

Got 'em gassed, they be asking what I'm cooking with 

Have your little brother asking moms where the pussy is 

Corruption, stuntin' at the function 

Your girl pussy smell like Sour Cream & Onion 

Pay attention, you'll learn something 

Roll that weed up, burn one 

Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one 

Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one