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Oh it's hot man
Millys coming daddy

Hundred for the walkthrough Im not who you to
Drive by wet you up, nigga thats a
Spitting all this hot shit, every bar cool
Diamonds in the rollie face, cartoon
Call me Meek I don't play that shit
Got me on my braids before the Maybach clique
in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shit
And all I rock is Balmain like I made shit
I've been, row fashion week
Looking I'm in the show
in the foreign leather, softer than a dinner roll
Make a movie on your bitch, tell her to get a role
You she was innocent
We laughing like she a ho
Chopping up those
Me yo bitch in the zone
She told you I was friendzoned,
I'm in the
Touchdown with a 2 conversion
Give her dick long
She busting like the long
to send your bitch home nigga

I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a bitch
Feeling I gotta fever bitch
In philly streets situations is
ain't respecting the youth and
The youth ain't respecting the and
The Glock 9 on me in the and
All I talk is real shit the truth and

The money turned your bitch into a digger
The money got me feeling the old Jigga
And Jigga even told me you a nigga
They ain't me I was broke
But I showed niggas and I told
That I would niggas
to buy a pair of sneaks
Landed at the dealer
Brand new tag
never made me mad
You get at your baby
I'm flyer than her dad
at my neck
What cost? Hundred-eighty cash
Looking at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey
We was selling rock before Biggs, Dame and Dash
Oh you you fly with your lil' dream chasin' ass?
We don't chase bitches, we chase money and that
Cause when you get money, the hoes do you say
Riding in a drop head, with the toupe
And if you're just hearing this, it's probably too late

I got a bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitch
Feeling sick I gotta fever
In these philly streets is
Police ain't respecting the and
The youth ain't the truth and
The Glock 9 on me in the and
All I talk is that real shit the and

Milly
Mack
Get silly
Come to
see it live and direct
You it, God dammit