Lyrics:
Bitches fishin' I ain't tripping know I stay with a line
I'm a muthafucking boss and it ain't cost me a dime
They losin' sleep over beef I'm having coffee
real
Independent
Saying fuck a deal
Unless they got that mill on deck
Cause I'm drowning deep in this debt
To a system that don't exist
What type
In the morning I drink my own tea
There is no need to grind coffee beans
Watch the sunrise along the hill
And over yonder there's an old flower mill
sostanz
Teng a puzz d'coffee shop ca n svamp da sta stanz
No bamba, blunt
Per la mia banda stapp
Braceri ricchi di ricariche di bubble gum
Teng l'arsura
I’m still chasing a mill
When it’s that time niggaz freeze up
So if we gone slide then I’m taking that wheel
When we get done put him in that water
Only
come toss me
Yo’ man wanna talk to me
Tell him get off of me
I’m hotter than coffee
That’s why bitches salty
La-Di-Da-Di
I’m naughty
Your bitch gon’ get
you know I'm too hot
I leave em smoking like coffee beans
Gotta stay ready for whatever
You know I roll with my steppas
Coming down with that metal
Bout
Like
I be with the seals
I ain't gotta' chill
Tryna' get a meal (Mill)
Like I never eat
Knowing that I will
Yeah
Celebrate life while we livin' still
You
Like an army drill
Gotta make another mill
Rollin round in all the money
At the top of the hill
Damn i took another pill
So i crashed the nice blue
Why bother with rap when I can get 20 mill' on a flick?
Y'all niggaz just started some shit, the underdog
Makin' songs for them hogs, and them
that's missing
Wake and make the bacon and the coffee,
Go to work Do the laundry, wash the dishes,
Rinse, repeat
Box me in a coffin, locked in prison
think he was listening
I'm trembling, feel like I'm terminally ill
My soul stuck in a lock for you ima touch that mill
Every single time I think of you
I
Em Softly
Might bring back the Mauris, Home alone like Macaulay
Seasoned vet they just salty, Calm breeze under palm trees
Skin black like some coffee
grow tired
You'll become a new creation
If you just keep the faith of a child,
Keep the faith of a child
Now Anita lives alone in a paper mill town
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
to fit
Laying in the ditch, face split
That's what snitches get
Double cup, deuce of Wocky, nah
This ain't Biggby's coffee
Unky got a kennel in the kitchen
SUGAR
Jazz Mills (BMI), Phoebe Hunt ( BMI), Stephanie Hunt (BMI) © 2010
CHORUS
You canu0027t bake a cake without a little sugar
Thereu0027s plenty
Twas seventeen years I built my home, my space
From the cedars that line the lake
From borrowed wood from the mill near my ol' place
I laid
back up off me unless (she tryna boss me)?
Wake em up like caffeine and coffee
You're gonna need an army to disarm me
'Cus Im never ever heated
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
While my head hangs heavy over coffee
And it's slowly slipping down my lips
The last bit of shrapnel loose inside my pocket
I'm leaving on the table
to the bone, lil' country boy like Post Malone
I be steppin' in some all-black ostrich, I be sippin' on codeine coffee
It put me in a codeine coffin, dead
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
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