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andrew fontenot and derek couture – a milli billi trilli freestyle lyrics

[andrew fontenot]
f-ck it i want me a milli
f-ck it i want me a billi
(yeah)
f-ck it i want me a trilli

[derek couture]
f-ck it i want me a milli
(yeah)
f-ck it i want me a milli
f-ck it i want me a milli
i’m gettin’ i’m gettin’ , naw really i’m gettin’ it
f-ck it i want me a milli
(yeah, yeah)
f-ck it i want me a milli
(yeah, yeah)
f-ck it i want me a milli
i’m gettin’ i’m gettin’ , naw really i’m gettin’ it
i pull up on em’ straight flexin’
(yeah, yeah)
gettin’ brain like we testin’
your team look so d-mn depressin’
-ss so fat, she look like a texan
(d-mn)
bring her backstage for a lesson
(for a what)
no booty pics we ain’t textin’
(nah, nah)
we gotcha man, he stay stressin’
and he best watch where he steppin’
(yeah)
this jesus piece it’s a blessin’
(it is)
quit talking that sh-t, start undressin’
who the f-ck do y’all think you impressin’
(who the f-ck what, what)
we gotcha ya main b-tch obsessin’
(yeah)
i got her top floor she caressin’
y’all talkin’ that sh-t ain’t progressin’
(nah)
my garage lookin’ like a collection
(yeah, yeah)
my army strapped for my protection
d-mn
f-ck it, i’m sippin’ this lean ’til i die
poppin’ a xan and that b-tch i get high
rollin’ these blunts up,i look like i’m blind
we get your b-tch wet but you make her get dry
we takin’ your hoes, we don’t even try
but what can i say, the teams so fly
we winnin’ we winnin’, we don’t even tie
we pullin’ up clean, get put to the side

[andrew fontenot]
f-ck it i want me a billi
f-ck it i want me a billi
(whoo, whoo)
f-ck it i want me a billi
i’m gettin’ i’m gettin’ , i’m really i’m gettin’ it
(d-mn)
f-ck it i want me a billi
(yeah)
f-ck it i want me a billi
(yeah, yeah)
f-ck it i want me a billi
i’m gettin’ i’m gettin’ , i’m really i’m gettin’ it

we movin’ them packs and we gettin’ it in
we countin’ them bens and you stay countin’ tens
girls on my line and i’m movin’ the pen
they feelin’ the boy and i’m f-ckin’ their friends
(d-mn)
n-gg-s stay talkin’ my brother i’ll getcha
takin’ your b-tch and she ask for a picture
lean in my cup, i’m not drinking’ no liquor
runnin’ the plays like i play for the steelers
gold on my wrist and it’s zero degrees
you think she at work when she chillin’ with me
she answer your call and she down on her knees
i tell her to leave, i’m countin’ the cheese
(cash)
no interruptions, i know that she feel me
(she feel me)
grindin’ all night, i want me a milli
keep countin’ up, turn that to a billi
saucin’ it up, now we countin’ a trilli
hold up, pour up the dirty
n-gg-s stay ballin’, you’d think that i’m curry
smokin’ on gas got my eyesight blurry
f-ck with the team and get hit with the thirty
bababababababa unloaded
(unloaded)
break it down and you know that i rolled it
(yeah, i rolled it)
and my money too long, you can’t fold it
(can’t fold it)
and there’s so much gold, you can’t hold it
nah, d-mn

- andrew fontenot and derek couture lyrics

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