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A Milli (feat. Bueno)

Young money

Ya dig

Mack I'm goin' inI'm a Millionaire,

I'm a Young Money Millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair,

My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair,

I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed

Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind,

Cause I don't write shit cause I ain't got time,

Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar,

And the almighty power of that cha cha cha cha chopper,

Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motherfuck a copper,

Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin',

Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you can't catch' em, you can't stop 'em,

I go by them goon rules

If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em,

You can't man em then you mop 'em,

You can't stand em then you drop em,

You pop em cause we pop em like Orville RedenbacherMotherfucker I'm illA million here a million there

Sicilian bitch with long hair with coconut derrière

Like smokin' the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini

Hopin' them crackers see me like look at dat bastard Weezy

He's a beast he's a dog he's a muthfukin' problem

OK you're a goon but what's a goon (to a goblin)

Nothin' nothin' you ain't scarin' nothin'

On some fagot bullshit call 'em Dennis Rodman

Call me what you want bitch call me on my Sidekick

Never answer when it's private damn I hate a shy Bitch

Don't you hate a shy bitch yea I ate a shy bitch

She ain't shy no more she changed her name to my bitch

Yea nigga that's my bitch

So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised bitch

It ain't trickin' if you got it

But you like a bitch with no ass you ain't got shit

Motherfucker I'm ill not sick

And I'm OK but my watch sick

Yea my drop sick

Yea my glock sick

And my knot thick

I'm itMotherfucker I'm ill,

Yeah seeThey say I'm rappin' like BIG, Jay, and 2pac

Andre 3000 where is Eryka Badu at

Who that

Who that said they goin' beat Lil Wayne

My name ain't Bic but I keep that flame man

Who that one that do that boy ya knew that true the Swallow

And I be the shit now you got loose bowels

I don't O U like two vowels

But I would like for you to pay me by the hour

And I'd rather be pushin' flowers

Then to be in the pen sharin' showers

Tony told us this world was ours

And the bible told us every girl was sour

Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower

Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower

Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry

Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me

Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me

Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe look like it's poutin'

I do what I do and you do what you can do about it

Bitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountain

Dare me

Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me

They don't see but they hear me

They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illiC three three peat

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