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letra de press - milli montana

[intro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
hey, hey

[verse]
big racks
f-ck that lil’ contract, but we ain’t gon’ talk ’bout that
big pack of pills, ask my woe, just took it off the press
got a n-gg- on the bm on the road, that pack off in her dress
slide down, wet a n-gg- house up and his partner next
took a trip to cali, servin’ licks with my old ho
spanish plug called, we got watson by the boatload
i don’t have conversations with my old hoes
still out here servin’ real gas by the bow, though
two clips taped to my k, call it hangtime
all my n-gg-s slangin’ iron and throw gang signs
i don’t wanna hear what you heard through the grapevine
my dawg just came in with tech, we pour eight lines
stick to the script, baby girl, we sip real deal
lil woe, you trippin’, i want ten for this lil’ pill
my boy just facetimed me, boy, he got real seals
need a half a ticket if i sign, f-ck a lil’ deal
two glocks, my youngin, he hop out like he the boogie man
i’m out in cali smokin’ sherbet, i’m the cookie man
take a n-gg- ho and then she p-ss right to the crew again
if he play ’round with that work then we shoot his -ss
big guns, havin’ big guns, we got big guns
boy, them lil’ chargers, they ain’t sh-t, boy, we make big bombs
whole team havin’ big cake, she like, “which one?”
hundred rounds on every k, bet i hit somethin’
change rocks, now i’m in every state, n-gg-, i’m solo
if that n-gg- trippin’, send a bullet through his polo
baby ar’s kickin’ sh-t like a dojo
12 came, i don’t know sh-t, f-ck the po-po
stash spot in every whip i’m in, boy, that sh-t there hard
if them b-tches go and pull me over, gotta do they job
runnin’ to that bag h-lla fast, your baby daddy jog
that n-gg- can’t even sell a qt, girl, he need a job
heard of wrong place and wrong times, i’m the right n-gg-
backwoods full of h-lla gas, i don’t like swishers
if that b-tch got a nice -ss then i might hit her
n-gg-s wanna beef about a ho, boy, she a dome giver
late nights creepin’ with that steel, this that sh-ll catcher
my youngin with it, he go crazy, up it on whoever
if you ain’t hoin’, you goin’, you f-ck the fellas
big glocks with some big rocks, yeah, i redid the bezel
ain’t never stressed ’bout no ho, you know they f-ck whoever
this n-gg- trippin’, grab the coffin, send him to the devil
black mask, wearin’ all black, we on black sh-t
ridin’ with lil, shh, you ain’t gotta ask, he whack sh-t
big bands, n-gg-, call your plug, i need more of ’em
b-tch, i keep the k, i’m out on bond, n-gg-, four ’em
tell the n-gg- bet the whole thousand, ten or four somethin’
how you n-gg-s k!llers but my k!llers, they don’t know ’em? (they don’t know nothin’)

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
and i’m just talkin’ my sh-t, all real n-gg- sh-t
ayy, f-ck y’all n-gg-s, y’all ain’t on sh-t, i’ma talk my sh-t
yeah, huh, hey
and i’ma talk my sh-t and i’ma spark my clip and i’ma off that b-tch
ayy, ayy, ayy

- milli montana

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