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Run up on me and get blamed
The heat giving my hip a tan
Now they call me Hip-a tan
My lil bitch came from Japan
Shoot this boy out by his fam
I got
the time she was born
But she went and played me now my love is gone
Oh I got a new lady and she's got it going
so fine she got the whole squad sweatin'
Damn, how you fit all that in them jeans?
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink,
so fine she got the whole squad sweatin'
Damn, how you fit all that in them jeans?
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink,
a mill', me and Buck was at Nathan
It's not the picture, invest in the paintin'
Just made a hundred
Don't care what they makin'
He shoot the fifth, you see
Grab my phone and I sext her
More mills than Ezra
My lil bro got a new Tesla
She not the main, she an extra
All straight As I text it
All straight As, I
on me (I got a stack on me)
Get money by honest means (money, more money)
Honestly, honestly (yeah, yeah)
She used to front on me (she used to front
the plan
Aint no xan
Aint no molly in my water
Know my niggas understand
I don't do no drugs
I'm spinning like a fan
Got yo bitch she a fan
Say she love me
flip it yeah
Bitch bad like Dennis yeah
Mill City Lieutenant yeah Mill City Lieutenant yeah
Block Made we the realest yeah
Got paid off spinach yeah
got to help me
I've nowhere else to turn
(Hartright turns away from her she puts
The picture on the easel)
the city
Triple AAA pull up, I’m sipping on Remy
Mill No Chill now, Moe Heem when she met me
I put her on game through the dialect
Got the location no need
in the hive I'll come to you
By the old mill sits the lonely maid repining
And her face was like the spring rose far away
While she looked down in
I got rank
I got bank
I might stash a quarter mill right in the safe
I might just throw all my ice on, and watch a bitch faint
My niggas go pull up
Rrrraa
And I got some niggas I would die for true
She said she can’t believe it’s really me for real
So she wanna fuck me with the lights on Wooo
I said
a mill he done
It off of two phones
Took her for a meal she think
I'm sus I got two phones
Says she hate the gym
When she goes
She ends up too toned
in her mouth, put Louis V bags on the couch
I just put a new Patek on her, new VVS's got her iced out
And she like it when I fuck her lights out
Whatchu got?
We got all of that
Tried to make the hoe a head, but she too fed so I'm falling back
If I ran up a hunnid mill I'll split that shit with my
All of this drip, Costs a quarter mill bag
Designers we buy 'em, Don't look at the tag
Getting these bands, Now I need to brag
My Bitch she so sexy,
Friends, girls, they come and go
[Alex Mills]
You think you're nice
[Tricky]
But trends remain in constant flow
See, she
[Alex Mills]
Got any
Prada heels, she a demon we alike
Popped a seal, exotic only weed I like
By the mill, chasing money be alright
By the field, spending bands all
the penthouse, look what a mill' do
Looking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you
Got my first chain
Feeling like I got my first chain
I be
a go
Gave her that dick now she beggin for more
Pay me a millie, yo bitch load is illie
But I ain't got, still got 100 to go
And I do it, I does it
I
to her Sunday best
A cover girl type or just a hot mess
Oh my my yeah
She's the girl that got my heart beatin' out of my chest
She's a blue jean roll
to her Sunday best
A cover girl type or just a hot mess
Oh my my yeah
She's the girl that got my heart beatin' out of my chest
She's a blue jean roll
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