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Yo, It's Millie man. |
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Don't hate on me hate on me 'cause I'm your girlfriends favorite. YF. |
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I don't have to listen to what you gotta say, |
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I do, I do, whatever I want to. |
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You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes. |
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I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. |
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I'm clearin' shit up on these verses, Haters gettin' nervous, |
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When they see my picture in their girlfriends purses. |
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I'm confident, Not a cocky dude. |
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They talk shit, I'm still makin' moves. |
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I'm leadin' 'em, They in the group. |
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I'm beaten 'em, They bound to lose. |
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Watch me like a TV, Speechless when you see me. |
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You bought swag, I cop for free. |
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I'm the real deal, You a wannabe. |
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My life is like a movie, Girls all act like groupies. |
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I got my fav's, That's all I need. |
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Fuck the world, The world can't fuck me. |
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I don't have to listen to what you gotta say, |
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I do, I do, whatever I want to. |
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You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes. |
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I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2) |
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I'm sharper then the knife I cut my steak with, |
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You soft like fruit go eat a grape bitch. |
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You aint gotta say it 'cause I know that I'm great bitch. |
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I don't got a job, But you, You work the grave shift. |
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I get high and pay no mind to people talkin' outta line, |
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I aint lyin', I feel fine. |
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You hate on wine, I date dimes, I get mine. |
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It's my time you're minutes late, |
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You see me. Oh you copy, paste. |
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Swagga Jackin' Lames need to get the fuck out my face. |
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I don't have to listen to what you gotta say, |
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I do, I do, whatever I want to. |
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You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes. |
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I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2) |
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Kyle Lucas: |
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I'm doin' this rap shit, Till I bash it. |
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My last shit, I surpassed it. |
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I killed it, It's in a casket. |
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These adjectives are drastic. |
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So put 'em in the ground, Like six feet down. |
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And if they unaware, They finna know now. |
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See this hate is all poppin', The bitches make me feel popula. |
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It gets my profit up, I don't give a fuck if I'm hip hop enough. |
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So whatever they talkin' about it's blocked out, |
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Even with the top down, With your chicks top down. |
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I don't have to listen to what you gotta say, |
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I do, I do, whatever I want to. |
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You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes. |
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I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. (x2) |
