Lyrics:
color purple
I'm up in here feeling like Celie (ooh)
Nappy ass dreads, what's that you say?
Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (ooh)
You can get snaked,
yeah)
I'm illy in here with them Young Money millionaires
Think you really pop a wheelie in air?
Mac Milli, the Vanilli's in here
I'm a rascal,
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
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
uh-huh, Milli Vanilli silly, all the V's are on
See the Visa like the trees, get 'em peach and chron
I know to each is own, but you I wanna keep it known
the God damn way
Yo man, the real motherfuckin winners is
The God damn Geto Boys for most fuck words in a song
The Bitch Killa of the Year grammy goes
Get your ass out the God damn way
Yo man, the real motherfuckin winners is
The God damn Geto Boys for most fuck words in a song
The Bitch Killa
I smoke color Purple, I'm up in here feelin' like Celie (ooh)
Nappy-ass dreads, what's that you say?
Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (ooh)
You can
the MAC milli
They don't want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics
Like Milli Vanilli
In the hood they feel me Gun
Cock ha! I'm
make some people hit your shooter
Domino effect, you in that magic city
Where all they do is flex; call it Milli Vanilli
Coming from the bottom, my
Well, he don't cry when the crawdad's gone
Tadpole's fine with him
Crow's found a nest in a tree top tall
He never pay no rent
Well the poor boy's got
Golden boy
Take your place
Among the stars
Light your fire
Cast your glow
Near and far
Mother's eyes
Warm you when you sleep
There's a tree
By
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
dropping in,
There's some big old tree, and a gentle breeze and a little boy with a grin.
Oh yes, this is the place for me, oh yes, this is the place
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
shitted
Whoa there kitty
Got a fitty from the city got a minute now I'm chillin (Talk to me now)
No time you silly
Fakin me like you Milli Vanilli
When
(Bangerz, f***in' bangerz)
(Bangerz, f***in' bangerz)
All the way in the back, with a tree on my lap
All the boys like to ask me "what you doing
every man's a boy deep down
Gotta say it how you mean it, there ain't no easy way
Like a bird in the wind, like a tree in the storm
Like the breath
myself now on the aisles of "Soul Train"
People want to know if its meant to be silly
I say only when it's done by Milli and Vanilli
The dance is mine
I'm talking milli, ain't talking Vanilli
Had to get that hating nigga from near me, I do not move like a regular Joe
I am not moved by no regular ho,
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled
the Gulf
We waited for congress to speak up illegal build up
But no one would wake up
Our representatives were Milli Vanilli's
For corporate Dallas
Justin Bieber's song
You're like Milli Vanilli
Kids love your jam and that's just fact
But when you're standing next to Justin
They're like "Whose dad is
Watch out big ships are waiting
Salt frozen on your cheek
I saw a girl and boy arriving
And a steamer put out to sea
Tall tree stand in
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