Lyrics:
Tate!
Bitch, you silly you fake, Milli Vanilli
You stank, like you breaking wind
I rock, wind breakers when it’s chilly
If I’m on top, than I’m in
son came in my life
I got a reason to show
That father's can be as good as mother's
And probably more
If I hadn't make mistakes
I would've been gold
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Brillzing her izzin
Izzo kizzay?
Izzall rizzight
Izzo kizzy?
Izzall rizzight
Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee
When I pull up in my
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Brillzing her izzin
Izzo kizzay?
Izzall rizzight
Izzo kizzy?
Izzall rizzight
Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee
When I pull up in my
and get laid down (nah nah)
I do this shit like for really (really)
Most of you Milli Vanillis (really)
Keepin it real til they kill me (kill me)
Fuck that
ever popped a Perc in my life
But the way a nigga feel, I need a whole pill
Young nigga, independent ion want a deal
But you could fuck with me and throw
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,
And to be honest I be high
In my zone
No Lil Boat, gas keep me afloat
And these n****s they be hating
On me
Really, I'm here for the cheese
Milli Vanilli
Cause I get the bag, I'm acting silly
I'm stacking money, milli' on milli'
Your girl she plain, she be vanilli'
I'm stacking money, I swerve in
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
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 big way (echo)
In a big way,
In a lot of ways...
It's all downhill from here.
It's all downhill...
Milli Vanilli's punk rock as it... gets
My team gritty really
Hustle til you made it like
Milli vanilli
Now A nigga witty
But it wasn't pretty
Had to see the world
Had to do the math
Had
sha tun tori mi gbeje
Dem feel my jam with sinzu
He wrote me sum epistle
Now i chill with pizzle
We be fine boi no pimples
Made a milli in a minute
up illegal build up
But no one would wake up
Our representatives were Milli Vanilli's
for corporate Dallas Cowboy Beverly Hillbillies
With perfect
Crawford
Like her name is Cindy
This weed got me wheezy
Like I need a milli
Yes I write my shit
I'm not Milli Vanilli
My women is pretty
The hen In my kidney
of Milli-Vanilli
motherfuckers are being murdered by the Big Bad Wolf
Got 'em all under pressure
[Chorus]X2
[Tech N9ne]
Hey motherfucker hey motherfucker hey
online and in real life
This shit just a real rap heist
I'm trying to find my sunshine
Because life can be so damn dark, yea
I know they think it's
I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I'm the milk man, you better call rent man up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
mill', first milli', woah, what I'ma do? Nobody knows
But I-But I know one thing is fo' sho', me and my team's gonna have money to blow
First milli
and my vibe
Style's too dark and I'm killing the light
I'm Married to the game, prisoner for life
And in time you'll see that Calgary is mine
And you'll
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
Heaven up in my Hell
Yeah, I know it never ever end well
Yeah I know I always fall victim to a rich spell
Uh, like abracadabra
The flow so raw, forgot
milli, more, mo-more milli
Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy paint job fly
Big Tymer on the loose, got my bitch ridin' five
And every time I pull up
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