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A MILLIE (FT. CORY GUNZ) Ima Millionaire, Im a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair, My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair, Ima venereal disease like a menstrual bleed.. Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind, Cuz I dont write shit cuz I aint got time, Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the al mighty dollar, And the al mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father mother f**k a copper, Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin, Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch them, you cant stop em, I go by them goon rules if you cant beat em then you pop em, You can't man them then you mop em, You can't stand em then you drop em, You drop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher, [Cory Gunz] Im Millie in here wit them Young Money Milli on aires, Think you really pop a wheelie in air, Mac Milli..the Vanilli’s in here.. im a rascal dont get whopped, I get brats who dont give top, I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could never put a brake on, An I break on anything a nigga take on, Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like im Akon, Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown, Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock with them Obamas, Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime, Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line, Plentys in me, any guinea’s wit em bigger than a mini and remind im.. Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep beep, With a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep.. She caught by Weezy F, we be the best, Truely to death prove me the rest, Groupies confess, you'll be the ref, excuse me I left..Ha young money nay nay, daddys back ok a millionaire im a young money millionaire what shall really want it now y’all dont really wanna do it if hip hop is dead I am the embalming fluid and I don’t care who it be, I’m stepping to it notice I say ‘it’ cuz to me, it ain’t shit get. it. call me whacha like trick call me on my sidekick never answer when it's private man I hate a shy chick don’t you hate a shy chick I had a plate of shy chick and she ain’t shy no mo’ she changed her name to my chick hahaha, yea boy thats my girl and she pops excellent up in Wayne's world totally dude you should see their faces when they see that this robot can move and its say… hahaha, yea and it go… thats right I’m a millionaire I’m a young money cash money fast money slow money mo’ money never no money what is that, who is that, I never heard of it I will take your picture and make a ‘rest in peace’ shirt of it tell those niggers beating to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz I killed and now don’t tell no one you heard of me it's like, the beat was screaming, murder me and I’m a, murderer so I murdered it and you nigger is what i eating ill make sure of it and he who don’t believe me I’ll make dessert of him sherbet him, I mean shame on him, or her Carter, Father of this rap thang, this is my race gon’ take a lap man weezy babys nursery now gon’ take a nap man, its nap time I’ll holla back at you at snack time Weezy… F…. yea, ok they say I’m rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at who dat who dat said they gon’ beat Lil Wayne my name ain’t Bic, but I keep that flame who dat one dat do dat boy yall knew dat true dat swallow and I be the shhhh now you got loose bowels I don’t owe you like two vowels but I’d like for you to pay me by the hour hahaha and I’d rather be pushing flowers, than to be in the penn sharing showers see Tony told us this world was ours and the Bible told us every girl was sour dont play in the garden and don’t smell her flower call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower boy I got so many girls like I’m Michael Lowry even Gwen Stefani said she couldn’t doubt me man, life, just ain’t life, hip hop just ain’t hip hop, Langue :  Anglais Genre : Rap Interprete : lil wayne |