User:Menno Harder

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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