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bvang - million dollar (freestyle) lyrics

yeah, i’m hustling all them quarters on that back block
rather have four quarters then hundred pennies tell ’em to kick rocks
where the stash at
yo, this party whack n-gga p-ss that
i cash that
y’all ain’t make it till’ you run it back
all the sh-t i spit is straight facts
i’m on my paper talk, i’ll moon walk to the moon and back
for some big gaup, f-ck cops
i guess you can call this off the top of my head
cause after this i know shorty giving me head
me and all my n-ggas make bread
call this a bad bakery, i burn bread, n0body’s making me
all them years of not being fed, man this sh-t saving me
caving me in
all this stressin’ i should have a bald head
call mr. clean, cause after the job there won’t be no lead
just a random body they found f-cking dead

let me show them who there f-cking messing with
i be spitting in the closet (real)
i be get taking over beats (okay)
i be getting all this fire
i be getting all this heat (that’s hot)
i be getting all this loud
i be getting all my dreams (these dreams)
i be getting all this money
yeah, i know just what it seems
the cops coming and i’m running out the back door
motherf-cker what you looking at what’s that for? (what)
sianara use a comma, slice like that sword
coming out your f-cking mouth, like yous an actor
it’s beast coast, we the illest of them villains
put our hands up to the ceilings, we gon’ make a couple millions
and we get it how we get it
f-ck yo’ tracks i’ll keep on dissing
how you listen and you glisten
godlier than any christian
yeah, i’m p-ssing all you f-ggots off
blowing up so big (boom!), you gotta call the bomb squad (squad)
thanks a lot, you be taking some time off
i be waking up at 6, to write another f-cking song (uh, huh)
f-ck poltians i’d rather be illumnati superstion say f-ck a student tuition
i’m on a misson
getting all my n-gga out of the kitchen
whippin in whips
say f-ck getting shot and limping
me and all my bros
that’ all i f-cking know
i never see red just green that means go
f-ck a christmas handout
i get it on my own
17 years old and i’m grown
i’m grown up
and all these people looking at me
they be thinking i’m a thug
as i’m running right through the streets
and they taking a look at these
what you looking at bro?
got my hand on some dough
middle finger up and rest in peace, uh

- bvang lyrics

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