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To Y'all | |||
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I'm Millionaire, | |||
I'm a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair, | |||
My criteria compared to your career just isnt 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 al mighty dollar, | |||
And the al mighty power of dat chit cha cha cha chopper, | |||
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper, | |||
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin, | |||
Tell the coppers... hahahaha 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 drop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher, | |||
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Mother fucker im ill, a million here a million a million there | |||
Cicilian bitch with long hair with coconut darierre | |||
Like smoking the thinist air, I open the lamborgini | |||
Hopin those crackers see me, like look at that bastard weezy | |||
He’s a beast , he’s a dog, he’s the muther fuckin problem | |||
Okay you’re a goon, but whats a goon to a goblin | |||
Nothin, nothin, you aint scarin nothing, on some faget bullshit | |||
Call him dennis rodman, call me what you want bitch. | |||
Call me on my sidekick | |||
Never answer when it's private | |||
Man I hate a shy bitch | |||
Don't you hate a shy bitch | |||
ya I ate a shy bitch she ain't shy no mo' | |||
She changed her name to my bitch | |||
Hahaha, yea nigga that's my bitch | |||
So when she ask for the money when your thru, don’t be surprised bitch | |||
And it aint trickin if you got it | |||
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain’t got shit | |||
Mother fuck im ill, not sick | |||
And im okay, but my watch sick | |||
Ya my drop sick | |||
Ya my glock sick | |||
And my knot thick, im it | |||
Mutha fucka im ill, got see | |||
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They say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac | |||
Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at | |||
Who dat | |||
Who dat said they gon' beat Lil Wayne | |||
My name ain't bic, but I keep that flame boi | |||
Who dat one | |||
Dat do dat boy | |||
Ya'll knew dat | |||
True dat swallow | |||
And I be the shit | |||
Now you got loose bowels | |||
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I don't owe you like two vowels | |||
But I'd like for you to pay me by the hour | |||
Hahaha | |||
And I'd rather be pushing flowers, | |||
Than to be in the penn sharing showers | |||
See Tony told us this world was ours | |||
And the Bible told us every girl was sour | |||
Don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower | |||
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower | |||
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Michael Lowry | |||
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me | |||
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Chrome lips poking out the coupe look like its poutin | |||
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it | |||
Turn a crack rock into a mountain, there and back | |||
Don’t you compare me, cause there ain’t nobody near me | |||
They don’t see me but they hear me | |||
They don’t feel me but they fear me | |||
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Revision as of 12:24, 17 September 2012
To Y'all
I'm Millionaire,
I'm a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career just isnt 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 al mighty dollar,
And the al mighty power of dat chit cha cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers... hahahaha 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 drop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,
Mother fucker im ill, a million here a million a million there
Cicilian bitch with long hair with coconut darierre
Like smoking the thinist air, I open the lamborgini
Hopin those crackers see me, like look at that bastard weezy
He’s a beast , he’s a dog, he’s the muther fuckin problem
Okay you’re a goon, but whats a goon to a goblin
Nothin, nothin, you aint scarin nothing, on some faget bullshit
Call him dennis rodman, call me what you want bitch.
Call me on my sidekick
Never answer when it's private
Man I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch
ya I ate a shy bitch she ain't shy no mo'
She changed her name to my bitch
Hahaha, yea nigga that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when your thru, don’t be surprised bitch
And it aint trickin if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain’t got shit
Mother fuck im ill, not sick
And im okay, but my watch sick
Ya my drop sick
Ya my glock sick
And my knot thick, im it
Mutha fucka im ill, got see
They say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at
Who dat
Who dat said they gon' beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't bic, but I keep that flame boi
Who dat one
Dat do dat boy
Ya'll knew dat
True dat swallow
And I be the shit
Now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I'd like for you to pay me by the hour
Hahaha
And I'd rather be pushing flowers,
Than to be in the penn sharing showers
See Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Michael Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Chrome lips poking out the coupe look like its poutin
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
Turn a crack rock into a mountain, there and back
Don’t you compare me, cause there ain’t nobody near me
They don’t see me but they hear me
They don’t feel me but they fear me