Lyrics:
, caught a milli
Fuck emotions, fuck emotions
Niggas changed, niggas changed
Then I changed, then I changed
Put the game, put the game
In a bag, in a bag
I
a milli, caught a milli
Fuck emotions, fuck emotions
Niggaz changed, niggaz changed
Then I changed, then I changed
Put the game, put the game
In a bag, in
about the boy!
(The typists break into defiant tap, topped by MISS FLANNERY in a tap solo.)
Shout hooray and halleluh!
Now that me and mister wrong are
innin', just beat a life sentence
Anyone of you lil' boys on the yard, throw the coffee in your face
While your wife stick a knife in your kidney
Bitch
the bros sippin that good drank
Can't wait to accomplish all my goals that'll be the day (aye aye)
Can't wait to make my first milli put it in the safe
Can't
in da city up
9 Milli wit the switch make a nigga milli rock
Concrete jungle Tarzan don't got sticks like us
Gotta learn how to survive in the trenches
) collecting jewels that catch your eye
(Girls) don't let a soul mate pass you by
Boys in the girl's room
Girls in the men's room
You free your mind in
[SHOUTOUT]
Masi
[VERSE 1]
I was laying in the sunlight
In the sunlight
In the sunlight, sunlight
Everything was going alright
Going alright
Going
sat in a game at The Miner's Saloon
Soon I had doubled my stake
The cards run like they'd been dealt by lady luck
They were just sealin' my fate
fuckin' a lame
I'm givin' her game, like Wallo, Gillie, and shit (woah)
I just jumped off the plane
A milli' in cash, like Rylo, killin' this shit (woah)
Dance to your daddy, my little man
You shall have a fishy in your little dishy
You shall have a fishy when the bowl comes in
Prettiest little boy in
Goth boy pulled up I'm finna get a milli
All black fit and my jeans hella skinny
If i didn't know you then
Shawty wanna fuck me yah she comin' to my
don't forget, as time goes on
All the joy is never gone
So come on, boy, let's sit by the fire
I wanna tell you a story about my mother
How she
take the plea
Made a promise to myself
I'm gunna to reach that wealth
In the Stu by myself
I don't need a Niggas help
Wanna nigga worth a Milli
We gon
second mil and I ain't talkin' lunch boy
Glock 30 ridin' dirty in this tuck boy
'Cause I could treat you like a prison get you touched boy
No homo
Before I
INTRO
Dark work haunted soul tormented thoughts dead boy
Dark world name dat a go by
Shoot head
Make it flat like house ply send me a hell a crispy
tree
It's all good no really can't complain
Cept I'm trynna come to grips mind living in the pain
Still
Got a place for my head to be lain
But it feels
this game
Ima cook up the thing
Now killing it get with the program
Gotta bully this kid
Your boy right handed
But put in work with the left hand
For
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
mama watching me, my boy
Like a TV, but it ain't nothing to see, my boy
I'm just counting up these hundreds and 50s, my boy
Put a couple bands in
(Jammy on the beat, boy)
He got 22 heat, they the worst in the league
It been 22 times we done won this week
I had that top all in the
Line til
despise
Her love for the young sky boy he would destroy
Feet in the earth
Heads in the sky
We watch the world go by
Feet in the earth
Heads in
And we need two milli more just to move in the door, shit
[Chorus]
Yes the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
So line em up,
The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for
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