Lyrics:
siamo bimbi pensavo a fare i milly (Money Gang)
I milly, i milly, i milly
Volevo soltanto fare un milly come Lil Wayne
Poi ho pisciato in testa
I don't need no fukking help
Done this shit all by myself
Every dollar that I count up, that's me
Grew up, lil Wayne was my model
Singing Gucci in
Last night
I wrote a short letter
And it went this way
Lil baby I'm hustlin
Made somethin outta nothin
I gotta get paid
Last night
I wrote a short
Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark
The Lou is more
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I
want to be down
I done came up, niggas want to be down
Is it because I'm famous, niggas want to be down
My name Lil Turk, niggas want to be down
I
boy up the fastest way
Cute lil' bitch, cute lil' bitch She tryna get freaky, she listen to wayne
She tryna come lick me, come lick me like a lollipop
all the swag might create a lil puddle
Tryna get money bags lil Wayne with the duffels
Everyday struggle
How many times I gotta say it
The game is my
Got my deal without a demo, Tunechi
So much fire, more fire
Let's get it, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne
don't faze me
You only get one call, I can't chase her
Might take one shot, a lil' chaser
Stayin' up now for us to fuck later
Mama used to tell me
diamonds straight outta Angola,
Wave my red rag in the air, signal Lil' Wayne over,
Yeah, that's when the Crys start poppin',
The pills start droppin'
Ya played with the Lil' Ya now ya takin' yo last breath
Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the Yella Boy now ya
[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
[They call him Lil' Flip]
who was the one that had ya'll leanin to the left?
[They call him Lil' Flip]
who got the hottest rap
for
This is what Susane Olmstead gave birth for
This is what I put my heart into
Raised by Lil Wayne, playing Carter II
And some Beatles, and some
Everybody know my name
Meek Milly flow is flames
Plus I got that fireman
Puffas call me Lil Wayne
Can you tell who I'm inspired by?
Can you tell, can you
I'm tryna cop some Lil Wayne
Ross know Nori, I know Escobar
Pablo my dog, he helped me cop my first car
Snowman money, call me Young Jeezy
Boy, I
can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
The lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamour and glistenin'
Ya don't won't my position, I'm
Grrt, boom, boom
Lil Tjay
Oh, oh
Uh
Streets got 'em, ain't no savin' them boys
Grandma tryna pray to the Lord
Raise hell if they take one
out, I'm Lil Wayne
I got all these shiny chains and swag
Nigga you ain't gonna get no pussy
With that basic swag you need
To buy all this ice, this bling
So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
Not a taker I'm scarred from
Swore he was
but it just gettin' worse
Ain't nothin' funny why you laughin'? Nigga wipe yo' smirk
Man they took Lil Wayne head out his foreign riding and it hurts
nothing less G but it's time to see more commas better yet a mili ain't lil Wayne we locked in lights out untamed
Verse2: It cin't No looking nigga cin't
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