Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rock No Milly , by - Zone 2. Release date: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rock No Milly |
| Ayy some gang shit |
| Ya nah how it gets |
| Ching man up for nuttin' |
| Pop organs and all sorts… |
| Shot in the face for banter |
| (the amount of money im gonna be makin g) |
| You remember the class right? |
| That told yall how to make it rain |
| That’s what im gonna be doing every single night |
| You know the rest man |
| You know how it gets man |
| Yo bro lemme just spazz dis wrap dis |
| 12 bar quick |
| Active |
| Man get jacked like flap did |
| Me or Maxo slapped it |
| Cut through with Snoop or LR boo |
| See my young boys catting |
| Cut through with like shh dont panic |
| Ching xiao tryna leave man tragic ching |
| And I just step and flex |
| Do it two times how I done it already |
| See me with Max or P |
| In other words that’s jakes or Freddie |
| Really tryna leave man reddy |
| Man I just ching mans neck ching mans belly |
| Yo nigga fast slow nigga I’m in the cargo |
| .44s wham got it looking like Bravo |
| Bells come hot, got it coming like charcoal |
| Nigga had to shit, got me looking like an asshole |
| Nigga I be swinging lanes, face is bait |
| Still outside still things |
| Got a bad bitch she don’t know my name |
| I just want the pussy, see she just want the fame |
| Get rocked, no milly |
| Man just Bop no Diddy |
| Rolling around with Shirley’s shotgun |
| Or man get bucked, no fiddy |
| And man’s talkin' that risky shit |
| I’m like really, really |
| Man can’t let them piglets in |
| Not by the hair of my chin, chin, chinny |
| Who’s that what’s that girl want sex |
| Man just flirt with a one two text |
| Or I come round with the 8 times 2 times 2 |
| Furthermore man I get man wretched |
| Or i come round with he 8 times 2 times 2 |
| Furthermore man I get man wretched |
| Run through thots |
| Get down opps |
| Lurk with shanks lurk with dots |
| Chest shot chings I do it alot |
| Taped off roads then back to the block |
| Got down soldiers we want the boss |
| Ching ching we don’t give a toss |
| Ghost his friend then laugh at his loss |
| Badders in Lewi badders in Coss' |
| Tryna take shots no sling |
| Leathers on plus my thing, rocks got put in cling |
| Metal in my hand no ting |
| Grab mans chain and ring |
| Kick down doors they sing |
| Kwengface strike, then put me on the wing |
| Splash man down then grin |
| Splash ching, splash splash ching |
| I rather just let man work and come back and rob it all after (take it) |
| Plug for the largest dippers don’t come and ask me for a charger (don't) |
| It’s chaos anytime I glide, I think I should call myself Karma |
| Don’t let me call my bruce Chin but big and tall but he’s marga (Trizzla) |
| Get rocked, no milly |
| Man just Bop no Diddy |
| Rolling around with Shirley’s shotgun |
| Or man get bucked, no fiddy |
| And man’s talkin' that risky shit |
| I’m like really, really |
| Man can’t let them piglets in |
| Not by the hair of my chin, chin, chinny |
| Who’s that what’s that girl want sex |
| Man just flirt with a one two text |
| Or I come round with the 8 times 2 times 2 |
| Furthermore man I get man wretched |
| Or i come round with he 8 times 2 times 2 |
| Furthermore man I get man wretched |