| Milk and sugar
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| Tea and honey
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| I thank my God
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| Then go get this money
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| They watch my numbers
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| And they treat me shady
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| Keep me covered going in this might get wavy
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| Pick it up where I left off
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| Nothin' left at the press box
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| And they heard Imma twist my dreadlocks
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| Like you best not
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| Fix me up with that headshot
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| Cause this world be spinning too fast for me
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| Hard times we take them casually
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| No problems got no enemies
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| I hope eerything good don’t end!
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| Palm trees and g Pens
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| Think I’m fallin in the deep end
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| Yeah, but I hang 10
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| This that bang bang boogie
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| This that grand slam rookie
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| Stay good like gram made cookies
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| Do shit they swear we couldn’t
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| Yo this my exposition
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| And the more they talk the less I listen
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| Y’all just sit around and smoke them blunts and blame the system
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| Quite ambitious
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| Check those packages we been deliverin' that’s the difference
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| Moving through the city looking all suspicious
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| Rasta vision, cutting checks, killin competition
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| Through the legs, only shoot swishes, only mess with cute bitches
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| The stoop kids of LA
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| Said I’ll be here for a minute then I’m gone the next day
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| But that’s okay
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| Let me worry bout me
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| She be like while don’t you just stay
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| I got too much up on my plate
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| I’ll be back around the way
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| I been moving in my '92
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| Honda civic coupe
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| With the sunroof missing too
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| I feel like mista cool
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| No one said a thing 'bout rules, so we make our own
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| Roll it up I’m coming through
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| I need that for my dome
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| Born some time in '95
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| I had my smile wild shouts to cops who let it slide
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| It’s been a wild ride
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| This my light I let it shine
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| They never put it out do that shit they talk about, what you 'bout
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| Milk and sugar
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| Tea and honey
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| I thank my God
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| Then go get this money
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| They watch my numbers
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| And they treat me shady
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| Keep me covered going in this my brother wavy
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| I’m singing cause I wanna sing
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| I’m singing cause I wanna sing
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| I’m singing cause I wanna sing
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| I’m goin in cause I don’t give a fuck a what a ring
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| Yea all the bitches comin at me from the store
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| Shoppin out the corner store
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| Out the window bro
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| How you gonna show up in a benz like that ho?
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| You ain’t makin no chedda!
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| How you gonna show up in a benz like that ho?
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| You ain’t no betta! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Milk & Sugar, artist - Felly. Album song Milk & Sugar, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп