Текст песни A Milli - T-Dot
Owwww,
Dave,
I
see
you,
now
see
me
Look,
I
Say
I'm
a
millionaire
I'm
a
Top
Dawg
millia-
no
let
me
just
come
in
unorthodox
I
order
plenty
ammunition
for
the
enemies
that
I
got
I'm
the
King,
I'm
just
looking
for
my
Coretta
Scott
Bet
I
pop,
like
a
boy
band,
I'm
annoying
to
rappers
Guess
I'm
poison
to
rappers,
front
on
me,
get
bent
backwards
Stepping
on
em'
like
a
Kappa
Cap
and
gown,
graduated
with
my
Masters
So
where
do
I
go
now
Swear
there
is
none
after
I'm
the
bishop,
I'm
the
pastor,
I'm
the
god
MC
And
you
don't
want
to
get
caught
in
the
rapture
I
would
probably
burn
your
whole
colony
Chew
you
up
then
spit
you
out
Your
nothing
but
a
Polla
Seed
Follow
hood
policies
Compton,
California
where
the
motherfuckin'
riders
be
You
never
seen
a
killer
til
you
seen
one
on
side
of
me
That
green
on
the
side
of
me
Fuckin'
all
about
my
fuckin'
money
likeAssadomy
Fuck
them
bitches
properly
I
do
it
I
do
it,
done
it
run
it
like
I
grown
legs
by
the
hundreds
My
pocket
full
of
hundreds,
I'm
always
hungry
Been
hungry,
I
think
a
nigga
need
three
stomachs
Bummy,
NEVER
Middle
of
a
conversation,
I
cough
up
a
feather
And
get
ready
for
the
detonation
I
bomber
whoever
Whatever
you
bout,
I'm
bout
it
twice
like
a
woman
who
give
twins
life
I
steered
right
through
your
fan
base
every
time
Tapping
your
demographic
like
I
was
Gregory
Hines
Every
line
be
tailor
made,
hella
paid,
count
that
money,
several
ways
I'm
a
beast,
fuck
a
mansion,
I
rather
live
in
a
cave
Sasquatch
is
back,
but
what
y'all
really
didn't
know
is
I
sasquatch
can
rap
Motherfucker
I'm
iller
Ok,
I
squeeze
the
juice
out
a
rapper
and
just
squash
this
track
The
people
like
"What
the
fuck
happened
and
where
Wayne
be
at?"
There's
some
boy
named
K
Dot
and
he's
a
maniac!
I
think
his
vocals
is
strapped,
with
a
toolie
in
fact
He
spit
like
a
Uzi
Rat-Tat-Tat
He
just
shot
me
in
my
back,
somebody
pick
up
my
back
I
think
that
boy
from
Iraq,
I
think
y'all
boys
better
know
that
He
got
it
on
lock
like
a
Low
Jack
Heading
straight
for
the
top
like
a
ball
cap
Y'all
better
fall
back,
y'all
better
crawl
back
where
ya'll
came
from
Ain't
one
better
than
the
one
who
can
write
like
Langston
Hughes
from
the
brain
off
top
Like
a
bottle
dude,
get
a
hollow,
where
you
swallow
food
Get
a
model,
bet
she
swallow,
who?
Me
Bet
she
goggle
like
a
scuba
diver
eyes
in
the
sea
Recognize
who
I
be,
K.
Dot
motherfucker
Dot
motherfucker,
hot
motherfucker,
drop
top
when
ya
popped
with
the
Glock
On
your
side
motherfucker,
side
motherfucker,
ride
motherfucker,
die
motherfucker
When
I
go
pop
pop
Open
up
close
shop
like
a
retail
spot
Everybody
know
I
be
where
the
money
lie,
eat
where
the
money
lie,
shit
where
the
money
lie,
sleep
where
the
money
lie
Bitch
thats
no
lie,
let
the
truth
be
told
K
Dizzle
the
Big
Sizzle,
turn
beats
to
stoves,
burn
up
Rap-Ist
I'm
iller
Dig
it,
like
it,
love
it
a
lot
1 Intro
2 Foreva
3 Jerk
4 A Milli
5 Hollow
6 Buds On Faces
7 Who Gives A Fuck
8 Cake Cake
9 Mask On
10 Had 2 Pick
11 Half A Pack
12 Ima Cap
13 Yein From Round
14 Toe Tags & Body Bags
15 Above The Law
16 Mob It Out
17 Yein Bout Dat Life
18 We Bop
19 Had 2 Pick (Clean)
20 Outro
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