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letra de mila kunis - hadji

[verse 1: hadji]
i’m a country club face with a b-ss guitar
and ma$e flow i got faith in my baseketball
young mezclado of vado and pops’ vinyls
filled the bottle for y’all to swallow you follow me?
prolly
cause y’all ain’t lead no more
and you try to steal without it?
on me that’s a no no
put the tag down, called out like fake polo
beverly hills? that’s where you wanna be?
oh no…

half weezy half weezer
rep the knickstape but i rock it like ariza
rock my mixtape (ep) out from compton to ibiza
and latin girls cop it like a visa
i scoop girls in barcelona on some pique shit
and kick em out the same foot i take the pks with
it’s bk, i’mma have it my way, she like “dique”
f-ck it i would rather have the crown but you know it’s so
(hard)
tryna be the best in this, tryna put my chest or whatever is left in this
(art)
when i ain’t been blessed with a pretty lil thing to invest the shit in my
(heart)
but i just noticed you, sitting there lookin like the boss b-tch that you
(are)
tryna see the globe with you, but hold up i’m just talkin corona, where they

[hook: hadji]
really cookin’ mila, that’s that kunis, queens cuisine be foolish
i said they really cookin’ mila, that’s that kunis, queens cuisine be foolish

i need me a mila
lives in europe rocks adidas
she the freshest she the cleanest
okay now tell me have you seen her?
she got that twinkle in her eyelids
moving like she’s from the islands
oh i ain’t playin’ that’s my mila
okay now tell me have you seen her?

[bridge: damzel]
i don’t know where the time goes
like i’m moving through time zones
take one look in your eyes
i know i’ll be fine though
i don’t know where my mind goes
when i’m spending this time, oh
take one look in your eyes
and i’ll be fine

[verse 2: hadji]
i couldn’t even have thought of this
bad b-tch that reads the economist?
mavado so special no games like serani
so p-ss the dasani for dudes who be on you like scholarships
man you had them colleges swallowin’ garglin’ shit
pop us a bottle and sip
hot and autonomous that’s what i want in a chick
i’m in awe at your moxie and composition
old girl was hot but the spark was missing
you a competition
i serve it you volley i swear to god you done been training with djokovic and
sprain they necks tryna peep the vision
a dream team, shit we the new jesse and kristen
eyes in hers, turned me to a heisenberg
blue ice, frozen tryna find the words
and that’s real

[hook]

[bridge]

- hadji

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