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Problem

Milkin

 

Milkin

(Album: OT: Outta Town - 2015)


[Hook Young Thug & (Problem):]
Milking these hoes, milking these hoes
Milking these hoes, milking these hoes
Cuffing my bros, cuffing my bros
Cuffing my bros, cuffing all bros
Milking these hoes, cuffing my bros
(Get to the money, let's get to the money, yeah)
Milking these hoes, cuffing my bros
(Get to the money, let's get to the money)

[Verse 1 Young Thug:]
Milking these hoes, cuffing my bros
2 million dollar mansion with a swimming pool in the back like it ain't cold
Deal a nigga acting like he won't roll back that concert till that 40 showed
Up! Put the bitch in the boat
Concierge said the cops are coming up
Hurry with' the racks and don't forget a cup
Nigga get stuck just like chuck, Band-Aid on Band-Aid
Put the lil bitch on the IG, now she think she done struck
Lil bitch, start a fan page
Put a hole in his jaw with' a hole in the wall, ooh-ooh!
Shit! Lay it down, now the boy lost
My shoes having is the tightest, we stay high, nigga, kite us
My money long like a rifle, no one-shot, we not snipers
I wan' bust her like a bubble, bitch I'm chewing now like a snuffle
When I bump from my racks, bitch I want a million ordered!
No shovel!

[Hook]

[Verse 2 Problem:]
Milking these hoes, balcony flows
Colder than how I be doing my hoes
Conference my shooters, I'd read' to expose
That most of these rapping ass niggas is hoes
Yeah and your bills I just spent on my clothes
Trusting my bros 'fore I listen to hoes
Fuck these bitches, but I still wanna fuck these bitches
And that's on my mama though
Bought it brand new, yeah, the mileage low
You claim you hood but that's comical
Bands on bands, that's logical, money nigga
Drug dealer, he's cheaper but my drugs realer
She's a rat but I fuck with' her
She's hush while I hush with' her, shhh
Quiet, bitch, 'fore a nigga cause a riot out
Never was no love, valentine take a motherfucking timeout
Still motherfucking white on the table
Tell my killers go and sniff a line out
And drop a baby mama, drop a nigga drawers
Fuck that till them motherfuckers timeout

[Hook]

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