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letra de milli did/jason luvv - a1phantom

(verse 1: a1phantom)
yeah, b-tch said it really is
n-ggas always talkin’ on my name, let’s see how real it get
brodie slidin’ with a few jawns, that’s bound to hit his head
said she f-ck with n-ggas who go get their bag, how milli did
sayin’ we won’t touch a bag, like come on really, b-tch
prayin’ on our downfall, like you must be a silly b-tch
just a young n-gga tryna touch a mill like gillie, b-tch
and watch it be them broke n-ggas that don’t feel the kid
shhh, that’s when them hollows, quick to hit his head
and we keep lettin’ off them shots until that n-gga dead
i told you close that back door before we kick it in
now they about to read that n-gga name on citizens
d-mn, if we catch a opp, you know wе pack him up
b-tch, this ain’t no game, i got a tech it like to tag him up
dot gon’ comе and bag him up, smoke after we wrap him up
rollin’ with your mans, well, b-tch, this shotty like to back me up
it back me up, then back you up, n-ggas really, b-tch, or what?
claimin’ that’s your mans, but watch that n-gga end up switchin’ up
you blowin’ up her phone, like she ain’t eatin’ up this d-ck or what?
yeah, shawty with the crew, is that your b-tch or what?
yeah, sippin’ on this drink, now i don’t feel a thing
took a dyk- b-tch, guess she wanted somethin’ realer than
i just saw a bad b-tch, tell her reel it in
i’m just ballin’, game time, call me lillard then
only when i’m catchin’ bodies, i’m a minute man
the way these shots just hit him up, tell me how you feel that man
you said that you gon’ ride for me, show me how you k!ll that man
shots hit up his stomach, have that n-gga like, ayúdame
(verse 2: a1phantom)
he said, he don’t f-ck with 12, like, why that n-gga lyin’
catch a opp, we k!ll a opp, no wonder why the beef be dyin
n-ggas always talkin’, but my n-ggas like to move in silence
all this f-ckin’ green on me, a n-gga lookin’ like the giant, d-mn
shorty said i’m fly just like the f-ckin’ pilot
every track i touch is gold, i’m feelin’ like i’m midas
said if i up it from the hip, he gettin’ hit like ryan
i keep that 4-5 on my back, i let it fly like tyson
d-mn, i mean fly like jordan
how these n-ggas want the ball, but they barely scorin’
shorty let me beat the box, she gone by the mornin
how you claimin’ that’s your b-tch, but she steady hoein’
why these n-ggas on my d-ck like they steady drawn
sent that n-gga out of bounds, he ain’t got no motion
why the n-gga scared of p-ssy, he b-tchaphobic
everything i do is big like the gun i’m totin

(verse 3: lee2x)
everything i do is big like this f-ckin’ motion
these n-ggas broke, and they lame, they don’t got no focus
make your b-tch disappear like hocus pocus
one hand gesture, get you cooked, you ain’t even notice
she smell good and she sweet, she a lotus
off the hezzy, you would think that i wrote it
one-on-one, piece of clothing, you would think i sold it
feelin’ good life sweet zack and cody
loafin’ on that bread, boy, you a hoagie
ball head p-ssy, we call that b-tch ginóbili
smackin’ on that p-ssy, now its rosie
bad b-tch jt call me lil uzi
get back to that music like it’s musi
she laughin’ at you when you hang up, you a goofy
shadow clone jutsu, hit you with the doozy
she like, d-mn, your d-ck long, you like, luffy
goin’ ape sh-t, bout to climb the state
so much money on the floor, you need a rake
not a broom dumb b-tch, you need a rake
leave that boy medium rare like a steak
give me money, give me loot before i take
it’s rainin’ money, monsoon got a lake
you a b-tch, you might fold, you might break
(a1phantom)
hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
said, let me take it there
said, i ain’t f-ckin’ with that b-tch unless the cake is there
said, i’m jus beatin’ on her buns jus like the baker here
i said, the drink up in my cup, don’t need no chaser here
these n-ggas claimin’ that we ass, but how we make it here?
bad b-tch, fat ass, she like to shake it here
black and white diamonds, we don’t do no segregation here
that cocaine on my neck make a n-gga lookin’ racist here
pop up out the cut with that mask it look like jason here
i be quick to f-ck your wife just like jason luvv
i swear that switch like a b-tch, the way it ate him up

(lee2x)
mack with a big appetite, it hold 50 plus
you n-ggas b-tches, n-ggas hoes, you ain’t got no guts
but that’s your dad fault, i knock you half off
how you lyin’ on your bro? take the cap off
i get gritty in the dirt, take the mask off
but i’m a mad dog, i ain’t sad dog

- a1phantom

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