| Until I got swamp-ass,
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| Campin' In my Levi’s working,
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| In the moonlight, silhouetted, Tryna get it perfect
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| In a lab coat beakers overflowin', I’m determined,
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| Flickers on the wet walls, candle wax burnin'
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| In the catacomb cellar
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| Writin' tighter than a virgin
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| Loose leaf-Einstein, wrote in broken German
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| Immersed in my work, servants in the hall
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| Too nervous to disturb him he might turn into a jerk
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| I got the shortest fuse
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| But the fortitude, to prove
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| I made it concentrated like I’m orange juice
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| Until they’ve all discovered em, or I’m bald and bumbling
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| I will scrawl on these walls, keep my cauldron bubbling
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| I shriek Eureka in the night and it echoes in the hills
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| When I think, ink trembles in the quills
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| Resilliant, 'til I’m the one civilians want to kill
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| Until they put my face on a million dollar bill!
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| So mom, I promise, I’m gonna be large!
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| So mom, I promise, I’m gonna be large!
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| So mom, I promise, I’m gonna be large!
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| Someday, I’mma stop tryna borrow your car!
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| So mom, I promise, I’m gonna be large!
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| So mom, I promise, I’m gonna be large!
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| So mom, I promise, I’m gonna be large!
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| Until they put my face on a million dollar bill!
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| I told my boss this morning I’m not gonna be back
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| So I won’t need the shifts that I normally have
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| My only source of income is gonna be rap
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| Because I want it like women don’t wanna be fat
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| My mom can keep her car, I would normally ask
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| But I’m gonna turn my normal into Porsches and cash
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| With disproportionate portions of populations of people
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| Partaking proudly in the practice of pushing my tracks
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| (Humongous)
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| I was lookin' obese, flippin' through photographs
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| Laughin' at the old me, wallet full of cheese
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| Stuffed like pierogies, raviolis
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| Dictionaries addin' words like Sposey
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| or bimpin' or DYD,
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| until villages of children wanna be like me
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| Until I got crowns, and whole towns to leave in my will,
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| Until they put my face on a million dollar bill!
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| There are some cats who say
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| That I’ve already done enough
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| I say fuck that, I haven’t even made a million bucks!
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| I would rather kick the bucket than slum it with runners up
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| So I’m jizzin' on your shingles, still I’m coming up
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| Until I’m bigger than Jesus, bigger than wrestling,
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| Bigger than Bieber, bigger than sexting,
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| Bigger than the Internet and cigarettes combined
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| You can doubt it in your mind but I’m sure of it in mine!
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| God dammit rhyme divine borderline messy antic
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| All humility aside, the illest on the planet
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| If I didn’t think that, I wouldn’t keep rantin'
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| Stay Sharpe like Shannon 'til the day that I vanish
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| I’m a man with a canvas, plans outlandish
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| More bread than a club sandwich
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| I got no ambulance blarin', I’m just sharin' my skills
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| Until they put my face on a million dollar bill!
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| On a million dollar bill
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| Million-Million dollar bill
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| On a million dollar, million dollar, million dollar bill! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Million Dollar Bill , by - Spose. Song from the album The Audacity!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп