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letra de blah stylin - milkavelli

[intro]
ay ay
ay ye-ye-ye-ye-yea
sweg uh
ummmmmmm
ummmm
umm

[verse]
yeah i smoke everywhere i go
i’m high as h-ll but go to heaven wearing lowe
like wow
i guess you’ll never really know
father to your flow from like 20 years ago, sh-t
i guess you’ll never really know
everywhere i go i got several girls from (?)
and they ain’t wearing clothes, curtains closed
curtains closed, i’m with a murder of crows like ay
rock and roller with the spinner
chopping (?) on the mirror for dinner, a long day
indigo cut, pretty motherf-cker with the billy goat gruff
i’m really dope, put some really dope stuff in the vanilla float, ay
chuck me in the river, watch vanilla float
it’s ‘cause the white man don’t sink
i know that’s what we both think, jinx
mr. happy, i’ve never been as angry
devil gang, angels singing at me
why you winking at me sh, i’m trigger happy
talk on the big phone i’m trigger happy
tv, see me on the run way
you ain’t my day 1, we just met 1 day – sh-t
yeah it was a fun day, i’ll admit that but, it was just 1 day
milkavelli went to dehli then to bombay
and milkavellis in the deli drunk of bombay
gin, yeah i act like beyoncé, a diva call me a skeeza’ but i have a fiancé
yeah i do it the wrong way
cheese plate (?) steak full of entrée
travel lot, so park it off
had 1 too many to drink, my parkings off
smoking dawg thank god i parked it off
got a cough sounds like i’m barking off, ah ah
sh, designer clothes, buy it with money i make designing clothes
balaclava on, i strike a pose
eyes squinting like sh-t, what size are those?
like, ay
i’m in the house, stand off-ish is why we’re sitting down, sh-t
in denial swimming
been a while since i didn’t smile, but i’m grinning
sinning
turn a lil’ pile of white
into lines in a single file
then i sniff it, ay
i impolitely did it, give a f-ck if you dig it or is right, i live it
d-mn right i did it, and guess what?
it felt quite terrific
no larger, slow, but i’m drinking faster
my drink getting darker
half a pint of (?), in my parka
cost 300 like sparta
prada, jacket
cost your flight to the bahamas, ay
it’s devil gang ’till after
i’m proof that the devil wears prada
got a barber knife in my barbour
sometimes i dress like a farmer, ay
other times i’m hiding in your hedge like the gardener
bipolar, some sad laughter
it’s level to sign you, grandfather
[outro]
sweg

- milkavelli

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