| Ill’s my skill
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| Tryna build my mills
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| Watch 'em, kill my chill
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| So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
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| Wheels like Hill (wheels)
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| Wheels like HIll (wheels)
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| Wheels like Hill (get gone)
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| So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
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| Got wheels like Hill on her
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| Ran so far away now I’m Bill Croner
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| I appeal to the mill, tryna steal
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| Want a lot a bills so to get the skrill I’m bout to peel on ya
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| (Pewm)
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| Like I got a rocket in my pocket
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| Doing me wrongs while getting gone is the topic
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| Stop it, you ain’t gotta lie Craig
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| I know you woman wanna be sinning cause of my bread
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| That’s cool, I was the man even at school
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| Fast shoes yes I been winning before the tattoos
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| Way before my cash grew, I was dodging the fake
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| It is not a mistake
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| If you faulty I gotta skate, wait
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| Ill’s my skill
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| Tryna build my mills
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| Watch 'em, kill my chill
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| So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
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| Wheels like Hill (wheels)
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| Wheels like HIll (wheels)
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| Wheels like Hill (get gone)
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| So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
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| Ready set go-o-o
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| Little work but feeling creds, know-o-o
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| Everybody see my check grow-o-o
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| So from a gold digger I’ma get low-o-o-o-o
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| Speed racer, believe I’ma erase ya
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| If you a cheese chaser and not a glee maker
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| Nigga please is what I feed faker
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| She take a L go to hell I wouldn’t pay her to be my leaf raker
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| I ain’t running because I’m scared of you honey
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| Running for happy 'cause you was always aware of new money
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| And that’s cold like Blue Bunny
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| So from you I gotta shake
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| Girl ya traits ain’t too great
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| Too late, I gotta brake, wait
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| Ill’s my skill
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| Tryna build my mills
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| Watch 'em, kill my chill
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| So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
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| Wheels like Hill (wheels)
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| Wheels like HIll (wheels)
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| Wheels like Hill (get gone)
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| So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
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| I rock with too few, I blocks a new boo
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| Specially if she running with a prostitute crew
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| Got’s to lose you 'cause thots are boo-boo
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| Poopoohead, she’s a poopy face, a caca poo-poo
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| If she come and try to get my money
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| I’ma say the stuff to make her eyes runny
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| A bitch’ll get nothing but straight lies from me
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| Wanna get with me 'cause they don’t wanna die bummy
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| I got it and I ain’t giving none to y’all mane
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| I do the opposite of run the small pace
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| Seein' nothing but dirt spun in y’all face
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| Got it but I ain’t even begun to ball, wait
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| Ill’s my skill
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| Tryna build my mills
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| Watch 'em, kill my chill
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| So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)
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| Wheels like Hill (wheels)
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| Wheels like HIll (wheels)
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| Wheels like Hill (get gone)
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| So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay) |