Lyrics Milly Freestyle - June

Yeah
Green Room nigga
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I love it
Yeah
June

I'm just tryinna kick my feet up
And my girl look like Selena
I could by 100 beemers
Still 'Ye said I need that prenup
My shit just keep gettin' meaner
I don't need to grip the nina
I don't need y'all niggas features
I be goin' crazy dolo
Hold the camera take this photo
I'mma last forever you dudes got that come and go flow
I dont think that shit I know so
How many horses on your Polo?
From here it look like ocho
Ontop of that you owe flows
'Cuz you stole those
That's a no no
You ain't sold dope
Payed for promo
Wit' yo own dough
You a bozo
Get yo own flow
Where did June go?
Shit probably wit' my new hoe
In my new heat
Wit' no room for you 'cuz this shit only got two seats

Yeah
Stack that shit
Stack that shit to the cieling
I woke up blessed little nigga what a feelin'
She said describe the happiness from 1-10 I said bitch a million
Bitch a million
Stack that shit
Stack that shit to the cieling
I woke up blessed little nigga what a feelin'
She said describe the happiness from 1-10 I said bitch a million
Bitch a million

Yeah
Look
I wish these niggas talked about shit that they really got
They worried 'bout they outfit I'm just tryinna make the city hot
Difference is my Jesus piece dont stand there it milly rock
Everybody hit yo bitch nigga she like the diddy bop
I swear to God
This year I'm all about my funds
Hit a milly then I'm out I'm done
I ain't gon' stay around for fun
All these niggas soundin' dumb
Look at what you clowns become
Yeah you look like a rapper but ain't you supposed to sound like one?
I just hit an epiphany
This niggas don't rap how they really be
I walked into court in my tiffany's
The judge is like fuck are you kidding me?
You peep what my girl did to me?
She gave me the boot like it's Italy
All that she need is stability
That's what she found when she got rid of me
She tryinna paint me as the enemy
They want beef I got a recipe
It's 100 goons wit' 100 arms what you mean nigga? that's a centipede
Hater you could rest in peace
Hater you could rest in peace
If not you better Paul McCartney that shit and just let it be
I'm in my bag don't step to me
You gone off methamphetamines
Momma deserve better things
My circle small like wedding rings
If my exes make it big they better motherfuckin' credit me
All that fuckin' energy
I can't let 'em get the best of me
Yeah