Lyrics:
supposed to
My homies call me on my mobile wanna hang we still close too
I switched positions with them poor cats, I write raps
Make millions like that,
crackheads
Maman l'fait pour moi donc souvent, j'm'inquiète (han)
Je suis toujours le même, millions d'vues ou pas
Tu m'verras toujours dans les rues d'BX
If I could outskip today
And run a million miles away
Just anywhere, but fast and far
Cannot take things as they are
I'm frozen, I can hardly
He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His
love
Come on and make it
If you don't feel it
Don't believe it
I'm gonna' take it somewhere else
A million words you write on the walls
I have not found
tried to sell him some cheap La Cost tops
Mike wouldn't even steal them free from the shops
Mike Adidas remember his name
Got a million Adidas trackies
cave, Whiskey på min j's, skitne shades
AirPods spiller gammel Tory lanez
Er i min zone, føler meg som en million
du hadde skjønt om du var i min posisjon
millions
I'm not afraid of my ambitions and my strife
Don't hold me down, please don't hold me down
There's so much that I love
Waiting for me on this
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Baby, I think of you
Think of you a million times a day
Baby, I-I cannot
I cannot
a Public Enemy record and
Instantly wrote a rap
Felt it would take a whole nation
Of millions to hold me back
(Freedom) This is my only escape but I make
He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His
new day
(Green T)
City sleeps these feet exquisitely sheathed in suede wallies On these concrete streets that stay seething
2,2 million reasons
Apologize more than a million times
This is just my explanation for all the
Night that you sit and cry
I know you do, don't say you don't
I need you back,
four-thousand-million six-trillion!
Channel changing
Remember ladies:
Destroy the odor that proclaims your sex
Use sweet breeze
When he gets between your knees
Use
Like the safari, I could corpse you
I could bring you up and endorse you
One in a million baby, the feelin' is crazy
Me and my niggas head towards
He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His
come un gioco, pensa sia Diletta
E ho i numeri fortunati incisi sulla mia Beretta
Ogni show sembra Coachella
Ma sarebbe una million man march se
vwè nou a dé
Pa jen rèsanti sa ba nobody
I need your love your love your love
I need your love your love your love
You’re one inna million
You ah
simple et douce
Dans ce possible ailleurs
Aller au sud
Voir le ciel aux millions d’étoiles
Illuminer les nuits gitanes
Chercher dans les ruelles d’Arles
me a time machine (Nooooo)
Can't replace you with a million rings (Nooooo)
I shoulda told you what you meant to me (Woooooow)
Cause now I pay
He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His
He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His
He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His
we don't like to show them
Sometimes it's better to be strong
We all got to be moving on
You've got to walk a million miles
Ah honey, go walk 'em
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