| I’m juss a thousandaire
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| But pretty soon I plan to be a millionaire
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| Playa hatas best beware!
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| Don’t hate on mine
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| When you want that sim to shine!
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| Don’t hate on mine
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| When you want that sim to shine!
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| Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
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| Nigga. |
| Let’s do it
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| I’m tryin to touch mo' money than Bill Gates
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| But know that
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| When you get the money they will hate
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| Them broads that hang around you wit the ice grill face
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| Be the broads that lay you and take you to an ill place
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| Where the doe at?
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| They know you ballin, cuz you deal weight
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| You better show that, nigga where the safe is at while you still safe
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| Cuz, niggas will take yo life
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| Probably rape yo wife
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| If they can’t say China white, now say goodnight!
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| To the bad guy
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| In a ski mask guy
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| I been gettin cash guy
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| Ever since my dad died
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| Me and my real boys
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| In Mazda-has
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| Bitches wit, cat eyes feed me lobster ya’ll
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| If I wanna ride I cop it, dawg
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| If I gotta flip one for my chocolate dawg
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| Juss like we shop at the mall
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| Don’t knock it ya’ll
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| I been ballin since the days of Genesis
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| And Benz’s flipped
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| Tinted shit, while you just rentin shit
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| Pretendin it’s, yours
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| Drivin Honda Accord’s and Ford Probe’s
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| Niggas flossin them hoes
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| My name is known across the globe
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| See me talkin on shows
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| Rolex rockin them hoes
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| Knockin on my door lookin fo yo bitch, I put the Glock to your nose
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| Verse 2 *(Phats Bossalini)*
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| Blast the blood clot
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| My niggas makin money non-stop
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| Off the rock
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| Another hundred to cop
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| Fiends blisterin
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| All action
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| We G’s wit Mac-10's
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| Co-captian
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| Boss was sworen as a coppo
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| Take bread
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| Live like Macho, push the throttle
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| Jet black seat pushed back in a Diablo
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| Die slow
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| My niggas want it and triffle it
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| Hummer shit
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| Cover my mic cuz it’s priceless
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| Ice this
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| Rolex piece, watch and Jeep
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| Niggas lose sleep
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| Trainin my beasts how to feast
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| Where the broke eat
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| Approach yo block wit guns
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| Cops will come
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| Spread the bread in lumps son
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| My nigga John John
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| He had his head on tight
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| Hit the pipe
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| Now he tweaked, high as a kite
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| I used to shed tears
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| Knew damn deep he didn’t care
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| Hope and dreams that was all that’s there to be a millionaire
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| Verse 3 *(Phats Bossalini)*
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| My niggas rock solid
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| Make the money be the object
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| Fuck a colleauge
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| I’m off the clock rockin dollas
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| See us
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| Peep us
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| It’s juss the three of us
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| Me an Yuk, plus Mad Maxx been out to get some
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| Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*
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| Feed it up
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| Soon as I get up
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| I got to roll a phat spliff up
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| Smoke til it burn my finger tips an lips up
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| Drinkin liquor til I get the hic ups
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| Fuck bad bitches then we switch up
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| Fuck bad bitches then we switch up
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| Verse 5 *(Phats Bossalini)*
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| Watch me shine in my nine-nine custom design
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| Niggas sniffin lines sayin Boss committed a crime
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| I robbed the bomb shelter
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| Shipped the goods off the delta
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| Task asks if Phats the man wit no replica
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| Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)*
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| No replica
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| Put the tech to ya
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| Smiff-N-Wesson ya
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| Here’s the lesson to be learned, don’t test the young Hugh Heffener
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| 4 point 6 snatchin up yo bitch
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| An when it comes to mics I wreck this shit
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| Collectin chips
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| Disrespect yo click
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| I come wit real shit
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| From the Village Oak-Town
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| Raised a drug dealer, to be rappin and stars Mo Town
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| On the low down, I used to blow brown, but now I blow pounds
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| Went from bein ugly as fuck, to havin hoes now
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| You know now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sad Millionaire , by - Yukmouth. Song from the album Thugged Out: The Albulation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп