Lyrics:
nothing but move your lips like Milli Vanilli
I'm the guy, no, I'm disguised
I'm just playing by your side with knives and smile like I've got nine
No, 44,
with sickle cell
Milli Vanilli ass niggas
I’m counting plenty of figures
I call that boy Tommy, I hope that he’ll figure
I’m still that nigga, I’m still
around the clock catchin wreck on the block
Playin more vocals than a Milli Vanilli
Shoot the gift with a spliff, but cousin, pass the philly
And let me
him, Anna Nicole got pregnant and had kids by him,
Rest in peace Virgina Tech, too many innocent kids dyin',
Well let's just blame hip-hop and act like
In a desert town the desert sunbeam
Down on a small boy laying sick in bed
It burned his fevered brow so much she witched somehow
But the sun was
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
Imma make it look easy
Grab me a pad
Imma write me a verse
Imma write me a check
I might keep some receipts
I hold that in the purse
Ya like we rehearsed
And Milli Vanilli have broken up
Gas prices raises the money keeps burning
Dropout rate rising so what are they learning
Sending the troops in the war so I
thinking pop they tried to Milli Vanilli me
Trick play Niggas tried to Philly Philly me
Not a loss it's lesson what you rather be the sauce or the dressing
more face time than the telly
Shout out Milli Vanilli
I see a opp and get it merry
Ill catch your girl and pop her cherry
Put the swaggy in the baggy
loose like a jerk
I get up like, town, gimme don't say no more
Got them scars on my face 'cause my health be poor
You Milli Vanilli, I'm Kurtis Blow
to city I'm getting the bag
Titties and biddies like Milli Vanilli
I'm hitting it once and they getting attached
You feel me you feel em they feel like they
thong
Pussy on the gram
Milli vanilli way I'm comin to ya broad
I'm just being sicily
Never been to sicily italy but it's still silly
How you bitches
This leather Margiela number on the pants
It's my season man
Fuck with ya boy man
Niggas eating all that dick hating on the Real
You Milli Vanilli lip
work you don't eat
That's a code in the game
You bitches breaking the rules
I rather chill by myself
I don't trust none of these dudes
Let em into your
the Coastline
Ay ya ya
Mo Fire
Ay ya ya
Fat Cheeba
Blow mad tree
With my folk
Yeah
Fat kief
In that
Back seat
I blow mad tree
With my folk
Yeah
Fat
the wolves, paid all my dues
Always in the game and never played by the rules
Try to make me leave, fell down to my knees
Picked myself up and turned my back
these niggas gritty
Get bands like Milli Vanilli Tryna grow up in my city
Tryna be the man in my city Niggas all clowns in my city
Niggas don't get around
Killer killer ape gorilla go silly
Drakes the closest thing to Milli Vanilli
Found my third eye nigga shout out to Grizzy
Barely out chilling cuz I'm
Lane
Milli Vanilli rappers they wanna play my games
They wanna play my games
Uh
They wanna play my games
But I'm Barry back in '91
Glamorous on cannabis
Shit
I wanna do everything by my own
You feel me?
Ye, Ye, I got you
Ain't no regrets, for real
Home alone
I be in my zone
Checking up the stats, man I
picture not a freeze frame
And let's face it guys you look silly rapping over your track like Milli Vanilli
Charging your fans to watch you do drunk karaoke
cap in your raps
You looking silly like Milli Vanilli
Riding round with the top down Veve City
Locked down in the metavere its a frenzy
Provide for
on my niggas we fucking it up
Yuh, I'm feeling pretty when I'm in the city
I'm flexin' like Diddy, A Milli Vanilli
I show em' no pity like fuck
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