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ripsi winelover – a milli كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
bangladesh
young money!
you dig?
mack, i’m going in

[verse 1: ripsi winelover]
i got me some brazilian hair
it flow all the way
to my mothaf_cking back
b_tch this some good hair
and you know i got me a
bbl that can twerk
i_i_i_i make a good milli racks
b_tch while you can’t make any
thats sad to be honest b_tch
now i just stole your man b_tch
he want my trini p_ssy b_tch
not your dry ass, he throw a million
dollars on my ass now i don’t get
why these b_tches hating on me
when i literally made their career
he taste some ice cream out of
my asscrack b_tch, he said it taste good
just like honey b_tch, i know he in love
with a girl from the islands b_tch
we can ride d_ck good hoe
while your dry ass p_ssy can’t ride
[verse 2]
a millionairе, i’m a young money millionaire
tougher than nigеrian hair
my criteria compared to your career just isn’t fair
i’m a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed
through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
‘cause i don’t write sh_t, ‘cause i ain’t got time
‘cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
and the almighty power of that ch_cha_cha_chopper
sister, brother, son, daughter, father; mother_f_ck a copper
got the maserati dancin’ on the bridge, p_ssy poppin’
tell the coppers: “ha_ha_ha_ha
you can’t catch him, you can’t stop him”
i go by them goon rules: if you can’t beat ’em, then you pop ’em
you can’t man ’em, then you mop ’em
you can’t stand ’em, then you drop ’em
you pop ’em ‘cause we pop ’em like orville redenbacher

[chorus]
motherf_cker, i’m ill

[verse 3]
a million here, a million there
sicilian b_tch with long hair, with coke in her derriere
like smoking the thinnest air
i open the lamborghini, hopin’ them crackers see me
like, “look at that b_st_rd weezy!”
he’s a beast, he’s a dog, he’s a mothaf_ckin’ problem
okay, you’re a goon, but what’s a goon to a goblin?
nothin’, nothin’, you ain’t scarin’ nothin’
on some f_ggot bullsh_t: call ’em dennis rodman
call me what you want, b_tch! call me on my sidekick!
never answer when it’s private, d_mn, i hate a shy b_tch
don’t you hate a shy b_tch? yeah, i ate a shy b_tch
she ain’t shy no more, she changed her name to my b_tch
yeah, n_gga, that’s my b_tch, so when she ask
for the money when you through, don’t be surprised, b_tch!
and it ain’t trickin’ if you got it
but you like a b_tch with no ass: you ain’t got sh_t
motherf_cker, i’m ill, not sick
and i’m okay, but my watch sick, yeah, my drop sick
yeah, my glock sick, and my knot thick — i’m it
[verse 4]
see, they say i’m rappin’ like b.i.g., jay, and 2pac
andré 3000, where is erykah badu at? who that?
who that said they gon’ beat lil wayne?
my name ain’t bic, but i keep that flame, man
who that one that do that, boy?
you knew that true that, swallow
and i be the sh_t, now you got loose bowels
i don’t owe you like two vowels
but i would like for you to pay me by the hour
and i’d rather be pushin’ flowers
than to be in the pen sharin’ showers
tony told us this world was ours
and the bible told us every girl was sour
don’t play in her garden and don’t smell her flower
call me mr. carter or mr. lawn mower
boy, i got so many b_tches, like i’m mike lowrey
even gwen stefani said she couldn’t doubt me
motherf_cker, i say “life ain’t sh_t without me”
chrome lips pokin’ out the coupe, look like it’s poutin’
i do what i do, and you do what you can do about it
b_tch, i can turn a crack rock into a mountain — dare me
don’t you compare me, ‘cause there ain’t n0body near me
they don’t see me but they hear me
they don’t feel me but they fear me
i’m illy, c3, 3 peat
[verse 5: ripsi winelover]
hit_banga millionaire
none of these b_tches
can compete with me
i know b_tches ain’t dissing
me when they don’t have
an album out
now thats fan behavior
these b_tches love
throwing racks on me
i put my ass on display
like a manniquin on a store
front b_tch better stay out of my
way because im coming

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