A Milli-Original Cartel

歌手 : Original Cartel
语种 : 英语
时长 : 04:52

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TXT A Milli-Original Cartel 文本歌词

A Milli - Original Cartel
Young Money You dig Mack I'm going in
A millionaire
I'm a Young Money millionaire tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease
Like a menstrual bleed through the pencil
I leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
Cause I don't write sh*t cause I ain't got time
Cause my seconds minutes hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch cha cha chopper
Sister brother son daughter father mother f**k a copper
Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge p**sy popping
Tell the coppers ha ha ha ha 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 pop 'em cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher
Mothaf**ka I'm ill
A million here a million there
Sicilian b**ch with long hair with coke in her derriere
Like smoke in the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini
Hoping them crackers see me like look at that bastard Weezy
He's a beast he's a dog he's a mothaf**kin' problem
Okay you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin
Nothing nothing you ain't scaring nothing
On some faggot b******t call 'em Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want b**ch call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private damn I hate a shy b**ch
Don't you hate a shy b**ch Yeah I ate a shy b**ch
And she ain't shy no more she changed her name to My B**ch
Yeah ni**a that's my b**ch so when she ask
For the money when you through don't be surprised b**ch
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a b**ch with no a** you ain't got sh*t
Motherf**ka I'm ill not sick and I'm okay but my watch sick
Yeah my drop sick yeah my Glock sick and my knot thick I'm it
Mothaf**ka I'm ill
They say I'm rapping like B I G Jay and 2Pac
André 3000 where is Erykah Badu at Who that
Who that said they gon' beat Lil' Wayne
My name ain't Bic but I keep that flame man
Who that one that do that boy you knew that true that swallow
And I be the sh*t now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushing flowers
Than to be in the pen sharing showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr Carter or Mr Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many b**ches like I'm Mike Lowrey
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Mothaf**ka I say life ain't sh*t without me
Chrome lips poking out the coupe look like it's pouting
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
B**ch I can turn a crack rock into a mountain dare me
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
I'm illy C3 3 Peat