Milli Did/Jason Luvv
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Yeah, bitch said it really is Niggas always talkin' on my name, let's see how real it get Brodie slidin' with a few jawns, that's bound to hit his head Said she f*ck with niggas who go get their bag, how Milli did Sayin' we won't touch a bag, like come on really, bitch Prayin' on our downfall, like you must be a silly bitch Just a young nigga tryna touch a mill like Gillie, bitch And watch it be them broke niggas that don't feel the kid Shhh, that's when them hollows, quick to hit his head And we keep lettin' off them shots until that nigga dead I told you close that back door before we kick it in Now they about to read that nigga name on citizens Damn, if we catch a opp, you know we pack him up Bitch, this ain't no game, I got a tech it like to tag him up Dot gon' come and bag him up, smoke after we wrap him up Rollin' with your mans, well, bitch, this shotty like to back me up It back me up, then back you up, niggas really, bitch, or what? Claimin' that's your mans, but watch that nigga end up switchin' up You blowin' up her phone, like she ain't eatin' up this dick or what? Yeah, shawty with the crew, is that your bitch or what? Yeah, sippin' on this drink, now I don't feel a thing Took a dyke bitch, guess she wanted somethin' realer than I just saw a bad bitch, tell her reel it in I'm just ballin', game time, call me Lillard then Only when I'm catchin' bodies, I'm a minute man The way these shots just hit him up, tell me how you feel that man You said that you gon' ride for me, show me how you kill that man Shots hit up his stomach, have that nigga like, ayúdame He said, he don't f*ck with 12, like, why that nigga lyin' Catch a opp, we kill a opp, no wonder why the beef be dyin Niggas always talkin', but my niggas like to move in silence All this fuckin' green on me, a nigga lookin' like the giant, damn Shorty said I'm fly just like the fuckin' pilot Every track I touch is gold, I'm feelin' like I'm Midas Said if I up it from the hip, he gettin' hit like Ryan I keep that 4-5 on my back, I let it fly like Tyson Damn, I mean fly like Jordan How these niggas want the ball, but they barely scorin' Shorty let me beat the box, she gone by the mornin How you claimin' that's your bitch, but she steady hoein' Why these niggas on my dick like they steady drawn Sent that nigga out of bounds, he ain't got no motion Why the nigga scared of pussy, he bitchaphobic Everything I do is big like the gun I'm totin Everything I do is big like this fuckin' motion These niggas broke, and they lame, they don't got no focus Make your bitch disappear like Hocus Pocus One hand gesture, get you cooked, you ain't even notice She smell good and she sweet, she a lotus Off the hezzy, you would think that I wrote it One-on-one, piece of clothing, you would think I sold it Feelin' good life sweet Zack and Cody Loafin' on that bread, boy, you a hoagie Ball head pussy, we call that bitch Ginóbili Smackin' on that pussy, now its rosie Bad bitch JT call me Lil Uzi Get back to that music like it's Musi She laughin' at you when you hang up, you a goofy Shadow Clone Jutsu, hit you with the doozy She like, damn, your dick long, you like, Luffy Goin' ape shit, bout to climb the state So much money on the floor, you need a rake Not a broom dumb bitch, you need a rake Leave that boy medium rare like a steak Give me money, give me loot before I take It's rainin' money, monsoon got a lake You a bitch, you might fold, you might break Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Said, let me take it there Said, I ain't fuckin' with that bitch unless the cake is there Said, I'm jus beatin' on her buns jus like the baker here I said, the drink up in my cup, don't need no chaser here These niggas claimin' that we ass, but how we make it here? Bad bitch, fat ass, she like to shake it here Black and white diamonds, we don't do no segregation here That cocaine on my neck make a nigga lookin' racist here Pop up out the cut with that mask it look like Jason here I be quick to f*ck your wife just like Jason Luvv I swear that switch like a bitch, the way it ate him up Mack with a big appetite, it hold 50 plus You niggas bitches, niggas hoes, you ain't got no guts But that's your dad fault, I knock you half off How you lyin' on your bro? Take the cap off I get gritty in the dirt, take the mask off But I'm a mad dog, I ain't sad dog
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