6 Millie Lyrics
| Song | 6 Millie |
| Artist | Ron Browz |
| Album | Harlem's Finest |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Bridge) | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| (Hook) | |
| ****** boys get shot up | |
| Whack hoes get curve ye | |
| 6 mil in that bank ****** | |
| It’s only right that I swerve ye | |
| 6 millie ye , | |
| 6 millie ye. | |
| ****** boys get shot up | |
| Whack hoes get curve ye | |
| 6 mil in that bank ****** | |
| It’s only right that I swerve ye | |
| 6 millie ye | |
| 6 millie ye. | |
| (Verse) | |
| Let all the hoes in here | |
| ****** boys stay out | |
| Who got the work, I got the work | |
| Even in that drought | |
| ****** boys can’t knock me | |
| DT’s can’t lock me | |
| I be on that doorway | |
| Gonna see that poppy | |
| For my ****** smoking that kesha | |
| ******s getting that kesha | |
| I was all in that kitchen | |
| I was cooking up making ethane | |
| Giving fiends that medicine | |
| ************ called I let her in | |
| Giving head for a long time | |
| I’ma call her handle it | |
| Always been in my swag ****** | |
| Always been in my bag ****** | |
| I’ll go everything like I’m trained at that ****** | |
| In the past ******, you was hot in the past ****** | |
| Now everything you touch mother****** trash ****** | |
| I pop the bottle she twerk it right and I laugh ****** | |
| That 6 mil, that 6 mil in the stash ****** | |
| If you owe me then I need that and that cash ****** | |
| Her body crazy can’t paint a picture that ass ****** | |
| (Bridge) | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| (Hook) | |
| ****** boys get shot up | |
| Whack hoes get curve ye | |
| 6 mil in that bank ****** | |
| It’s only right that I swerve ye | |
| 6 millie ye , | |
| 6 millie ye. | |
| ****** boys get shot up | |
| Whack hoes get curve ye | |
| 6 mil in that bank ****** | |
| It’s only right that I swerve ye | |
| 6 millie ye | |
| 6 millie ye. | |
| (Verse) | |
| All my ******s be cased up | |
| Late night with the late sluts | |
| Ain’t going down town ****** | |
| Willin out and them banks up | |
| Molly had that razor | |
| Wish a ****** would raze her | |
| ****** a number 2 pencil ****** | |
| That’s that know a race ye | |
| My ****** Biggs told me that he will write | |
| I don’t ****** a ************ unless she will rock | |
| If I don’t got rozay then I don’t feel right | |
| I’m all in all a 6 mill real talk | |
| In the dirt where your racks lay | |
| On the south where my mac lay | |
| All the hoes in your back ****** | |
| Your nick name should be batch bay | |
| Heard the feds tryin to catch me | |
| Dumb ******s never catch me | |
| Unless I would a new bad ************ | |
| And that ass distract me | |
| (Bridge) | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe |
| Bridge | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| Hook | |
| boys get shot up | |
| Whack hoes get curve ye | |
| 6 mil in that bank | |
| It' s only right that I swerve ye | |
| 6 millie ye , | |
| 6 millie ye. | |
| boys get shot up | |
| Whack hoes get curve ye | |
| 6 mil in that bank | |
| It' s only right that I swerve ye | |
| 6 millie ye | |
| 6 millie ye. | |
| Verse | |
| Let all the hoes in here | |
| boys stay out | |
| Who got the work, I got the work | |
| Even in that drought | |
| boys can' t knock me | |
| DT' s can' t lock me | |
| I be on that doorway | |
| Gonna see that poppy | |
| For my smoking that kesha | |
| s getting that kesha | |
| I was all in that kitchen | |
| I was cooking up making ethane | |
| Giving fiends that medicine | |
| called I let her in | |
| Giving head for a long time | |
| I' ma call her handle it | |
| Always been in my swag | |
| Always been in my bag | |
| I' ll go everything like I' m trained at that | |
| In the past , you was hot in the past | |
| Now everything you touch mother trash | |
| I pop the bottle she twerk it right and I laugh | |
| That 6 mil, that 6 mil in the stash | |
| If you owe me then I need that and that cash | |
| Her body crazy can' t paint a picture that ass | |
| Bridge | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| Hook | |
| boys get shot up | |
| Whack hoes get curve ye | |
| 6 mil in that bank | |
| It' s only right that I swerve ye | |
| 6 millie ye , | |
| 6 millie ye. | |
| boys get shot up | |
| Whack hoes get curve ye | |
| 6 mil in that bank | |
| It' s only right that I swerve ye | |
| 6 millie ye | |
| 6 millie ye. | |
| Verse | |
| All my s be cased up | |
| Late night with the late sluts | |
| Ain' t going down town | |
| Willin out and them banks up | |
| Molly had that razor | |
| Wish a would raze her | |
| a number 2 pencil | |
| That' s that know a race ye | |
| My Biggs told me that he will write | |
| I don' t a unless she will rock | |
| If I don' t got rozay then I don' t feel right | |
| I' m all in all a 6 mill real talk | |
| In the dirt where your racks lay | |
| On the south where my mac lay | |
| All the hoes in your back | |
| Your nick name should be batch bay | |
| Heard the feds tryin to catch me | |
| Dumb s never catch me | |
| Unless I would a new bad | |
| And that ass distract me | |
| Bridge | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe |
| Bridge | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| Hook | |
| boys get shot up | |
| Whack hoes get curve ye | |
| 6 mil in that bank | |
| It' s only right that I swerve ye | |
| 6 millie ye , | |
| 6 millie ye. | |
| boys get shot up | |
| Whack hoes get curve ye | |
| 6 mil in that bank | |
| It' s only right that I swerve ye | |
| 6 millie ye | |
| 6 millie ye. | |
| Verse | |
| Let all the hoes in here | |
| boys stay out | |
| Who got the work, I got the work | |
| Even in that drought | |
| boys can' t knock me | |
| DT' s can' t lock me | |
| I be on that doorway | |
| Gonna see that poppy | |
| For my smoking that kesha | |
| s getting that kesha | |
| I was all in that kitchen | |
| I was cooking up making ethane | |
| Giving fiends that medicine | |
| called I let her in | |
| Giving head for a long time | |
| I' ma call her handle it | |
| Always been in my swag | |
| Always been in my bag | |
| I' ll go everything like I' m trained at that | |
| In the past , you was hot in the past | |
| Now everything you touch mother trash | |
| I pop the bottle she twerk it right and I laugh | |
| That 6 mil, that 6 mil in the stash | |
| If you owe me then I need that and that cash | |
| Her body crazy can' t paint a picture that ass | |
| Bridge | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| Hook | |
| boys get shot up | |
| Whack hoes get curve ye | |
| 6 mil in that bank | |
| It' s only right that I swerve ye | |
| 6 millie ye , | |
| 6 millie ye. | |
| boys get shot up | |
| Whack hoes get curve ye | |
| 6 mil in that bank | |
| It' s only right that I swerve ye | |
| 6 millie ye | |
| 6 millie ye. | |
| Verse | |
| All my s be cased up | |
| Late night with the late sluts | |
| Ain' t going down town | |
| Willin out and them banks up | |
| Molly had that razor | |
| Wish a would raze her | |
| a number 2 pencil | |
| That' s that know a race ye | |
| My Biggs told me that he will write | |
| I don' t a unless she will rock | |
| If I don' t got rozay then I don' t feel right | |
| I' m all in all a 6 mill real talk | |
| In the dirt where your racks lay | |
| On the south where my mac lay | |
| All the hoes in your back | |
| Your nick name should be batch bay | |
| Heard the feds tryin to catch me | |
| Dumb s never catch me | |
| Unless I would a new bad | |
| And that ass distract me | |
| Bridge | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe | |
| Can you believe God makes you breathe |
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