Lyrics:
This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly
But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie
Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from
Last night
That shit was batshit
Surrounded by all these
Big round asses
She pulled up with a nice bitch
They use plastic
I don't know what happened
"Let me-, let me hold that"
"One for you, one for me
Two for you, one-two for me"
"What?"
"Three for you"
"Get, get, man, I'll smack-"
"Fuck is
about it what she probably wants
Is for her grandkids to be able to live extravagant
Once we have our own largesse we can spread the success
Whatever ism
was picked on by the one closest to me
And they knew me
My everything
What was I hiding
Who knows
But it'll all be exposed when you take off your
I know you wonder
Is he blood is he crip, I know you wonder
I know you wanna be me I can tell by the look on your face
Use to be my man's one hundred
Hip Hop I bust nut in graffiti
We could two-piece it or we could just seize it
Shorty on my shit cause my style wild decent
What's it gonna be,
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
feel you close we breathe in unison
You put you’re waist in my hips and it feels so bom
And what they say contradicts what is
Lust kills was and only
When I feel you close we breathe in unison
You put you're waist in my hips and it feels so bom
And what they say contradicts what is
Lust kills was
on my mind is one thing
This shit ain't what it seems more than just a dream
Been working hard and I'm only in my teens
Tryna catch my balance sipping
to the plate
Give the game what it need it's time the cure has shown his face
Commercialized rap will be the death of the art
Hope is coming in sparks but still
hips, 'fore I'll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
No you can't buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick Hip Hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggas
Hey, yeah, I wanna shoop, baby
Ooh, how you doin', baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, yeah
What's your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy,
discussed by future Hip Hop
Philosophies
It’s gotta be the greatest ever
Born again sonically
My shit is the first coming of that chronic
The bomb, bomb see
do you know what that mean? (Mm-mm)
A Teflon Don to this hip-hop game, super supreme
It's like what happen can happen, but will it stop?
That won't
At night is when I day dream the most by far
With no visions of my future
The shit's pitched all black
The Devil's sending text messages
And it's
town strapped down by the hips
I'm sitting here, bored alone and awake
My mind is shaking like an earthquake
Maybe I'll mob over to the basement
But
Taste like Candy
But that girl is Poison
And there's a Meeting in my bedroom
Got struck by Cupid
Yes I did
She caught me makin another hit song
It
second best
Discriminated, killed by the color of our skin,
Uh,
Okay, I do this for my family,
La Familia til the death,
Loyalty is what I stand by
this bitch
Really with the shit
Talk and u will get hit
A monster is sitting on the hip
Bitch
I put that
On God
U don't wanna Fuck wit me
Nothing is free
Heh, is that right?
The funky funky flute is just what Jimmy gave ya
But witta hip-hop flavor
On ya radio, stereo and your compact
I'm only
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