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letra de first milli - ziiiro the comet

(fire fresh)

[chorus: ziiiro the comet]
first milli’, first milli’, woah, what i’ma do? nobody knows
first milli’, first milli’, woah, what i’ma do? nobody knows
first-first mill’, first milli’, woah, what i’ma do? nobody knows
but i-but i know one thing is fo’ sho’, me and my team’s gonna have money to blow
first milli’, first milli’, woah, what i’ma do? nobody knows
first milli’, first milli’, woah, what i’ma do? nobody knows
first-first mill’, first milli’, woah, what i’ma do? nobody knows
but i-but i know one thing is fo’ sho’. me and my team’s gonna have money to blow

[verse 1: chris beykhun]
what would i get with a million, i’d probably get my fam’ straight
get a couple shares of stocks and donate to a landscape
get my mama’s place paid, then get her a new one
put her in a safe space, she don’t need no coupons
i go and i do what needs to be done, drive black man, no key when you’re done
push to start my people become, that might be ya man but dude is my son
one big pull no weed to the sun, who knew now that we’d be the one
to reach for the gun, to plead for the rum no need for the gun, we need to rerun
the listic of materials makes the kids all serial
trendy shit psy-clinical, but makes the kids all cynical
liftin’ up for my city, holdin’ down my town
what would i do with a milli’? probably wanna buy the crown
money made tomorrow feel like it was last night (go)
money made tomorrow feel like it was last night (yeah)
money made tomorrow feel like it was last night (go)
money made tomorrow feel like it was last night (go)

[verse 2: chris beykhun]
my team is f-cking crazy ’cause we always want the truth (okay)
and people think they wanna know but shit is really so uncool (what)
’cause all the money and the power, it can break a couple rules (uh-huh)
but the completion of your life is somethin’ you can really lose (oh)
it’s profound the f-ckin’ prophet and ziiiro the f-ckin’ comet
you been talkin’ ’bout no profit we don’t want your f-ckin’ comments (f-ckin’ comments)
i don’t send shots, i call the base and tell ’em bomb it (boom)
make you b-tches get a bonnet, sing a sonnet, ’til you vomit
but i got it, wish you had it, but you can’t force it unless you had the force
but the jedi can’t endorse it your shit of course, your shit is horse shit
i’m just sayin’, i’m not playin’ your shit is not entertainment (not entertainment)
i’m serious like a funeral, like a dead squirrel, on the pavement (splat)
to all the people that were stuntin’, sayin’ the same shit
i already gave my f-cks to all the people that i came with (what?)
i gave you three hands and a f-ck you in the endin’ (f-ck you at the endin’)
that’s sixteen for the snails, obituaries pendin’ (yeah)

[verse 3: ziiiro]
what the f-ck would you do with your first milli, don’t know about y’all but i might just go silly
bouncin’ around from city to city and titty to titty my nigga you feel me?
ha ha ha ha wait really? (no) but i know that’s the average nigga dream though
but since i’m not the average nigga let me repo, that dumb -ss idea from your cerebral (hold up)
mama gets a crib brother sister get a car, my circle eats while the rest of you starve
inve-invest the rest in the studio so the kid comet gang, can continue droppin’ bars
if you wasn’t there when i wasn’t makin’ a profit, nigga put ya mothaf-ckin’ hands back in your pocket
stop it, my team’s on a rocket to the moon, so my first milli’s just gas money for the starship (whoo)

- ziiiro the comet

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