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21 lil harold - milli talk lyrics
[intro]
uh_huh
[chorus]
say, lambo’ door go up high on you b_tches
i got money to the sky, who you trickin’?
never let a b_tch punk you out, i’m pimpin’
i gotta get to the guap, to the riches
milli’ talk, i done put it down, i handle business
a billi’ talk, when i get to the money sh_t get wicked
a hundred ball can pay for that lil’ ass and them lil’ titties
b_tch, i’m h dog, this jewelry so loud, this sh_t be hittin’
[verse 1]
she be flexed up, but actin’ like she got it, but she don’t
i had better, that b_tch can’t suck no d_ck when she be drunk
and i got cheddar, i bet a hundred thousand to get him slumped
a sеcret service, i bullеtproof the ride like i was trump
i’m talkin’ ’bout stick talk, leave a n_gga down on the curb
what your wrist cost? he flexin’ for hoes that put in work
that that brick talk, i spent a twenty_eight up on my bird
n_gga rich now, i sit back, get him whacked and sip this syrup
[chorus]
say, lambo’ door go up high on you b_tches
i got money to the sky, who you trickin’?
never let a b_tch punk you out, i’m pimpin’
i gotta get to the guap, to the riches
milli’ talk, i done put it down, i handle business
a billi’ talk, when i get to the money sh_t get wicked
a hundred ball can pay for that lil’ ass and them lil’ titties
b_tch, i’m h dog, this jewelry so loud, this sh_t be hittin’
[verse 2]
in my goyard, i fit two thousand worth of cash
johnny a dope boy, he likin’ money, need it, want it fast
swervin’ that ‘vette, dawg, my youngin ain’t got no license, he better not crash
you poppin’ fentanyl, you sittin’ ’round broke, we on your ass
make somethin’ shake, dawg, you say you got a gun, but you ain’t with it
love to hate, dawg, you get away from me and start b_tchin’
she look great, dawg, that b_tch stay in dubai, but i’ma hit it
i can’t wait, dawg, to stack my money up and start livin’
rolls truck, four hundred on that b_tch
yeah, iced up, know my gang h_lla rich
n_gga don’t like us, tell them p_ssies die quick
you can’t copyright us, so give us all that l sh_t
[chorus]
say, lambo’ door go up high on you b_tches
i got money to the sky, who you trickin’?
never let a b_tch punk you out, i’m pimpin’
i gotta get to the guap, to the riches
milli’ talk, i done put it down, i handle business
a billi’ talk, when i get to the money sh_t get wicked
a hundred ball can pay for that lil’ ass and them lil’ titties
b_tch, i’m h dog, this jewelry so loud, this sh_t be hittin’
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