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Tuesday, 17 October 2017
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Amil - Songtexte

All Money Is Legal - Album

Ya'll Dead Wrong

Amil outlaw fly indeed

Got every chic's man eyeing me

Think you could crush this try and see

It's the major coin i-n-c.

And am too hot to just be warm

I start fire alarms from dusk to dawn

Catch me with the diamond clusters on

And Gucci feathered sandals with the mustard thong

Model mommy

The body like a cola bottle mommy

Mulatto up in the galoino mommy

One in Amilliyon killin' em

Might have to change my name to billioyn

Voice so ill you'll wanna speak my shit

Joints so hot you'll wanna leak my shit

Plus haters sneak peak my shit

But still I be the only one to freak this shit


Ya'll dead wrong

If you think you can be fuckin' with this

And you'll know

That ya'll got nothing on this

Ya'll want that or you want something like this

Those who hate

Yeah ya'll just fronting on this

Why chicks don't wanna rap on the same song as me

You need a verse ma it's on me

See all this publishing belong to me

Just imagine how the secong album gonna be

Non-stop party hopping

Roc roc rocs and keep on rocking

Everything I spit be popping

Anything Amilliyon want she copping

Whoop whoop ain't nothing change

And I play more ballers then them rucker games

Light gray studs, ring, watch, plus the chain

Will I ever be broke what's my name?

Have you ever seen a chick like this?

Ever heard one spit like this

I dead'em all put my word on that

All money is legal and I murder tracks


Cute as a button

Can't tell this bitch nothin

Ghetto fab whole chick bubbling

Diana Ross the boss of the rock

Shit you know me I got to floss at the spot

With a dime as nigga who be tossing knots

Every bitch hating cuz I'm scalding hot

It can't be because I got begets on

Cause niggas love this bitch even with sweats on

I'm the A-m-i-l-liyon

Strictly be on that shit major coins be on

I got joints making competition wanna drop dead

I got joints making you bop your head

I got joints that will have your eyes blood shot red

Fuck the doe I want my props instead

Stay real with it

Might pack steel with it

You can hate but you still gotta deal with it


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