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Everything designer,

Designer all kinds,
I'm wasting money but don't wast no time,
I'm just tryna make a mill off a dime,
I been locked away I been on my

lookin like Mila Yuh
Hook! Up!
Love! Struck!
And boy you know I’ll stick with her
Even if she stuck up

Mila Mila Mila Mila Mila Mila Mila
I got me like

countin racks i aint ate all daaaayyy
(Aaah)
She lovin my style she lovin my team,
She want the bag,
I want the lean,
Free the team,
Started with a dream

beach, but I Want the gleee 
Back of the truck n she giving me top 
Ion fw det bitch Cs she fw da opps
You is not my opp, can't spin on dis block
You

that
You say you love me I need proof
You say you love me I need proof
She rather fight then chill
I'll fuck you right I will
When I be cracking jokes I

Lived a life of hell now I'm here
I just wanna pay the bills Fuck around and make a mill
Get a house up in the hills
Everything I spit is real
Making

bitches got me cold as ice
Shit i been a monster lil baby, never tried to disguise
Lately  i've been wanting my woman two at a time
Grip around her heart i

might rock the same shit but the difference wat you pay
Stop runnin under niggas be yourself you look gay
You might think that she annoying but I love ha

the deal
Say whats real
Say what matters
How you feel
Lets make a mill
Speak your truth
Move with faith
Like every day
I make a way
Every joint that come my

Bet she love up in white

Know tha rhythm of tha track
So They rappin it tonight

If I do say so myself
I might get hooked on livin life

————
How I

happen overnight been grinding for a long time
Mama got my love she's been riding for a long time
To keep up with industry idi already High
Na small time e

tryna plot on a G
I be so stuck up in my head, like how stuck can I be
Thinking ways to get a mill so I can chill on the beach
If you broke you shouldn't

I got the rap game in the headlock
Nah, shorty ain't no ring for you, fuck that wedlock. She always twisting on my hair, say she like my dreadlocks
I

talk bag talk
(Bag Talk)
All about that bag talk bag talk(Yeah)
You wanna talk gimme a check
(Run me up)
I took his bitch I used her for head
(I did)
She

bust down
Blast his ass braa pa pa my hittas never lay down
Thank the Lord he changed my life bitch I'm banking ryte now
Bad bitch left fore I got em

all day and all night She told me that she can't stay the night
We ain't even get to eat tonight Baby, I want you to become my wife

We in Cypress

guilt
From my deficiencies
Running out of sympathy
She's giving me the chills from cold stares
It's no mystery that she'll be rid of me
This old man, how

till I touch a hunnid Mil
Dropping back to back like I got beef with Meek Mill
Why the fuck you gotta go, the pain won't heal
I call you up hoping that

the greatest in the world to ever do it 

Yeah hoe, I got the balls to even pursue it 

Yeah, she suck on my dick, I love it when you do it 

Swear, I’ll fuck

Aw, shit, this shit is disgusting

Can’t forget yo chick is
Disgusting, black licorice
She lick it disgusting

Every thing we discussing be

on my pants
Feel a young nigga way too advanced Told NET, we got a plan
Tryna touch the mills, going buy some land Play with rocking out just like a band

make sense
She is dense
Gall paindi na dimaag
Oh ta paindey hi ni jaag
Kre gabru nu yaad
These chains
Ton gall utte bhaar
Maar baithka main bavan
Baali

it's real when she texts back under ten seconds when you ask if she up late night
You know it's real when you have a bad day, and seeing her turns into

hoes for free
Girli know me I'm a narcissist
Stupid hoes my Allergy
Bet You don't come close to me
Girl know my remedy
When I make a G to a mill
I got so