Mixtape Murder |
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Mixtape Murder Lyrics |
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 They say they need part 6 but look at how i light up the cityIt`s that boy chamilli, men they say that they don`t feel me but they don`t want it really, nothin gon move but the money You know I know the drilly, my reality be showin like flava flav or diddy she got some back and some tittes, and man it`s such a pity she think I give her my hustle just for the fact that she pretty really busy, chasin scrillies and countin all my millies im really all about my scrilly, and I mean that sincerely just like that VIC single, the game is gettin silly but so much cheese is stackin like sandwiches in philly runnin around for the millies, I think I`m gettin dizzy I`m notorious at doin it bigger like I`m biggie join my fan club, you a hater, bring some backup let my lac up, and hit the switch and make it back up they can`t stand em, like bill o`reilly have a tantrum bet the grant`s come and if I`m on it, it`s an anthem get the grant son and give a million to my grandson yeah we have fun, but told the chick that she can have none I heard ply say that he will never buy a phantom I make 28`s fit on the ish, you better ask em I attatch em, I love the dolla`s I romance em I just cash em, no homo but my money handsome an assassin, be killin the mic with a passion I just smash em, then I head right back to my mansion they just actin, but real is my only reaction shoes on my whip, that`s where haters jack their fashion Swagga jackin, i`m swagga`d up you swagga-lackin swagga pass em, my swagga on inspite of lappin tell em don`t listen, if you hate the way my flow is flippin still tippin, wheels glisten, my fo`s are swang and clickin brain n bullet equals pain, who wanna do addition? pop the clip in, get to trippin, you thinkin that I`m slippin believa, always an over achiever take breather, your paper little just like ceaser Take a breathe bra, I make that hater have a seizure when they see the number of coats that`s on my B-mer lift the dough up and on her feet is where I leave her then I proceed to gettin my dough up like a keebla I don`t need a, be livin single like adeeja I won`t even go in the (???) or retriever hustle been deli before her friend met a badass pre-wellin like lil trelli on spinners and perellis That was before nelly was ever seen on the telly I been grindin gettin feti, underground makavelli my dictionary is missin, so what is competition? think he dissin, he ain`t likin how much my pinky glisten I ain`t trippin I ain`t listen, that diamond let it glisten pop my trunk up and the sign is readin, I`m gon fishin |
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