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T. Mills - A Millie lyrics
Young money
 PD, yeah, macka gon' her
 I'm a Millionaire
 I'm a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair
 My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
 I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
 Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind
 Cause I don't write shit cuz I ain't got time
 Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar
 And the all mighty power of that chit cha cha chopper
 Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper
 Got the maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin
 Tell the coppers... hahahaha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em
 I go by them goon rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
 You can't man 'em then you pop 'em
 You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
 You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em
 You drop 'em cuz we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher
Yeah motherfucker ha
 I'm Millie in here with them Young Money millionaires
 Think you really pop a wheelie in air
 Mac Millie... the Vanillie's in here... I'm a rascal don't get whopped
 I get brats who don't give top
 I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could never put a brake on
 And I break on anything a nigger take on
 Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigger like I'm
 Akon
 Cause I make cons where the base gone, get the base blown
 Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops I'm kamikaze drop a rock with
 Them Obamas
 Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime
 Fine, chilly gitty on the grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line
 Plentys in me, any guinea's with 'em bigger than a mini and remind I'm
 Illie and it's all off G piece and a PG walk by beep beep
 With a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep... 
 She caught by Weezy F, we be the best
 Truely to death prove me the rest
 Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left... Ha
 Young money
 C3
 Nay nay, daddys better
 Ok
 A millionaire I'm a young money millionaire
 What chyall really want it now
 Y'all don't really wanna do it
 If hip hop is dead I am the embalming fluid
 And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to it
 Notice I say it cause to me, it ain't shit
 Get it.
 Call me whacha like trick?
 Call me on my sidekick
 Never answer when it's private
 Man I hate a shy chickT. Mills - A Millie - http://motolyrics.com/t-mills/a-millie-lyrics.html
 Don't you hate a shy chick
 I had a plate of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo'
 She changed her name to my chick
 Hahaha, yeah boy that's my girl
 And she pops excellent up in Wayne's world
 Totally dude you should
 See their faces when they see that
 This robot can move
 And it's like... 
 Hahaha, yea
 And it go... 
 That's right
 I'm a millionaire I'm a
 Young money cash money fast money
 Slow money mo' money neva low money
 What is that, who is that, I never heard of it
 I will take your picture and make a '??rest in peace' shirt of it
 Tell those niggers beating to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz
 I killed and now don't tell no one you heard of me
 It's like, the beat was screamin, murder me
 And I'm a, murderer
 So I murdered it
 And you niggers is what I eating I'll make sure of it
 And he who don't believe me I'll make dessert of him
 Sherbet him, I mean
 Shame on him, or her
 Carter, Father of
 This rap thang, this is my race
 Gon' take a lap man weezy baby's nursery
 Now gon' take a nap man, it's nap time
 I'll holla back at you at snack time
 Weezy... F... yea, ok
 They say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
 Andre 3 Thousand where is Erykah Badu at
 Who that
 Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne
 My name ain't bic, but I keep that flame
 Who that one
 That do that boy
 Y'all knew dat
 True that swallow
 And I be the shhh
 Now you got loose bowels
 I don't owe you like two vowels
 But I'd like for you to pay me by the hour
 Hahaha
 And I'd rather be pushing flowers
 Than to be in the penn sharing showers
 See Tony told us this world was ours
 And the Bible told us every girl was sour
 Don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower
 Call me or Mower
 Boy I got so many girls like I'm Michael Lowry
 Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
 Man, life, just ain't life, without me
 Hip hop just ain't hip hop, without me
 Young moola baby









