| Me and Wheezy, that’s the wave
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Millions, put it in the casket and buried it
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| Millions, niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists
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| Billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians
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| Brazilians, wax it and pass it to Australians
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| Ayy, I suppose it’s a proposal (I suppose it’s a proposal)
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| Ayy, most these niggas, they some bozos
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| Ayy, put the racks in the console (Racks)
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| Ayy, blowin' O’s just like Cheerios
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| Pakistanian bitch wanna lay with me (Ayy)
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| I been in the trenches, slangin' since a nigga was three
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| I’ve been on the road, on a plane, take a pic with me
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| Bitch, I took a picture, try to frame me, try to riddle me (Ha), ayy
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| Made a million bucks but I didn’t touch the key, ayy
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| I done tore it up now shawty lovin' me (Swear), ayy
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| I done ran it up and now she fuck with me
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| Now she wanna make a baby, now she wan' be stuck with me (Bitch)
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| Nasty ass bitch (Ha)
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| Trippin' tryna kiss me, after suckin' niggas dicks (Ayy)
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| I can’t put no hickey on your titties or your lips (Facts)
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| Fuck it, where your head? |
| I ain’t even tryna hit (Swear)
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| All my cars fast, I ain’t even try to dip (Try)
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| I ain’t no Dorito type of nigga, I stack chips (Racks)
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| Ain’t no pussy eatin' type of nigga, you ain’t dip
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| Bitch, your mamacita tryna fuck us off the rip
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| Ten racks, hunnid racks
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| Millions, put it in the casket and buried it
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| Millions, niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists
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| Billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians
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| Brazilians, wax it and pass it to Australians
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| Ayy, I suppose it’s a proposal (I suppose it’s a proposal)
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| Ayy, most these niggas, they some bozos
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| Ayy, put the racks in the console (Racks)
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| Ayy, blowin' O’s just like Cheerios (Slime)
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| Hunchback, Cadillac (Slime)
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| Dirty fat sacks, my bitch a rat (Slime)
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| I’ve been in the trenches, fuckin' that (Slime)
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| All the hood hoes need love, gotta give it back (Slime)
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| Yeah, pay the bitches homage (Homage)
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| All my niggas with me one hunnid (Hunnid)
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| All the opps die every summer (Swear)
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| All the Glocks, give 'em to my mama (On God)
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| All the K’s (Yeah), at the hide' (Brr)
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| I’m a stunna, with the racks
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| I’m a slimeball 'til I die (Slime)
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| All the freaky hoes come outside (All your hoes come)
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| All the nasty bitches outside (Yeah)
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| You can’t run, you can’t even stay inside (You can’t even stay inside)
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| Get you killed, got a show in the Chi (Woo)
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| Thumb through it fast, got this bitch sayin', «God», nigga
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| Millions, put it in the casket and buried it
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| Millions, niggas with me, bitches think we terrorists
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| Billions, stack this cash and lay low like barbarians
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| Brazilians, wax it and pass it to Australians
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| Ayy, I suppose it’s a proposal (I suppose it’s a proposal)
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| Ayy, most these niggas, they some bozos
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| Ayy, put the racks in the console (Racks)
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| Ayy, blowin' O’s just like Cheerios (Slime)
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| Me and Wheezy, that’s the wave |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Millions , by - Young Thug. Song from the album So Much Fun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп