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2 Milly

 

2 Milly

(album: State Of Emergency - 2020)


(WindyGotHits)
(Smoke and Angel)

I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it
I love this scamming shit, yeah, I'm a pro with it
I need a check right now, yeah, I'ma go get it
I'm in that GLS, nigga, the 450
Come get a zip of this ZaZa for two-fifty
Pushing that loud, yeah, this shit cost me two-fifty
Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli'
Work at the crib, yeah, I'm serving like two cities
I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty
I bought a four wheeler just to go pop wheelies
I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers
I do not hate on folks, I do not knock niggas
My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like popsicles
If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you
If you didn't grow it, then I cannot shop with you
Stick on my lap, boy, I'm not tryna box with you

These niggas riding dick just like a prostitute
These niggas run they mouth, but they still obsolete
I'm in a Rubicon, yeah, nigga, this a Jeep
I got them red bottom runners, so check my feet
Yeah, I swiped for 'em, so nigga, these shits was free
I am not sweet, so you know I am sugar-free
I be in Wailea or somewhere, I'm on the beach
I be in Lahaina chilling, I'm with a freak
Make up some numbers, then murder and kill a beat
I'm doing shows at arenas, I'm filling seats
I got that pain in my songs, it be running deep
Your weed ain't loud, when you lit it, it ain't a peep
Five hundred bags gone in four days, don't need a week
Seven day water fast so I am feeling weak
I just popped two shrooms, so you know I'm feeling geeked
She start undressing, so you know I'm finna beat
If you not shopping, then nigga, don't talk to me
If you not shopping, then nigga, don't bother me
Shooters at every door, it ain't no robbing me
These niggas 3D printers, they gon' copy me
These bitches great whales, they wanna swallow me
I get them loads and drop 'em to the colony
I got them racks, yeah, nigga, obviously
I live the scam life, nigga, obviously

I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it
I love this scamming shit, yeah, I'm a pro with it
I need a check right now, yeah, I'ma go get it
I'm in that GLS, nigga, the 450
Come get a zip of this ZaZa for two-fifty
Pushing that loud, yeah, this shit cost me two-fifty
Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli'
Work at the crib, yeah, I'm serving like two cities
I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty
I bought a four wheeler just to go pop wheelies
I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers
I do not hate on folks, I do not knock niggas
My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like popsicles
If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you
If you didn't grow it, then I cannot shop with you
Stick on my lap, boy, I'm not tryna box with you

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