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trdee - millionaire كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(d_mn, jakesand)

[chorus]
i’ll pull up when you need me like it’s dame time
don’t believe rumors of what you heard through the grapevine
why you talkin’ ’bout some love like i’m faizon?
backdoor season, he ain’t see him on the baseline
dirty_ass game that we play, you gotta be aware
why you tryna wrestle with me, bro? i am not a flair
i ain’t tryna be the toughest, just a millionaire
used to let sh_t make me mad, now i don’t even care

[verse]
we can go punch for punch, let’s go toe to toе
by the way she grab it, this is not her first rodеo
would you believe me if i said she went from bro to bro?
only thing i fear is if my paper ever runnin’ low
if this rap sh_t was a race, we lapped a couple rappers
really, i ain’t sh_t, but that n_gga in the pepper stacker
you can’t walk before you crawl, n_ggas livin’ backwards
baby suck me up and took my kids, she a kidnapper
this lil’ b_tch so cold, she like [?]
he don’t do it, he just talk about it like an _n_lyst
i just caught a play off of stan assist
you a b_tch, you’d probably sit down when you take a p_ss
you don’t know when you might need ’em, i won’t burn the bridge
know some n_ggas sick, they ain’t think that i would make it big
heard your ass was stressed and had to light a cig’
i got me a menace that’ll pull up and split your wig
i be hangin’ with some shooters, feel like golden state
all i had to do was show some money and she took the bait
real n_gga in my jeans, man, i can’t be fake
they like, d_mn, how you gainin’ weight? ’cause i be gettin’ cake
by the way you switch, i see that love is never genuine
we’ll turn the beef to mortal kombat, stan, finish him
heard your n_gga broke, ain’t no fixin’ him
bro’ll pull up shootin’ anywhere, range limitless
how the f_ck you buy a gun and you still a b_tch?
told neph’ he can’t come around, he be stealin’ sh_t
i’ll probably get a wife when i can build a b_tch
had to cut her off ’cause she be trippin’ over lil’ sh_t
he be cappin’ like he got it, i don’t think so
addicted to the money, i don’t need a shrink, though
i’ll really stand on my stash and turn to 6’4″
chop like bruce lee, b_tch got some kick, bro
[chorus]
i’ll pull up when you need me like it’s dame time
don’t believe rumors of what you heard through the grapevine
why you talkin’ ’bout some love like i’m faizon?
backdoor season, he ain’t see him on the baseline
dirty_ass game that we play, you gotta be aware
why you tryna wrestle with me, bro? i am not a flair
i ain’t tryna be the toughest, just a millionaire
used to let sh_t make me mad, now i don’t even care

[outro]
hm, sh_ttyboyz

- trdee

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