letra de milli talk - 21 lil harold
[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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