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m.i.l.f mitch - jil sanders lyrics

[verse]
put them clips in her cl-t
it’s the m.i.l.f f-cking clique
tell her clap your d-mn heels b-tch
dark and cane split
goth money records ’til his posse gettin’ rich
hit a fertilizer blunt, smoke loud as the sh-ts
stay away from cops, feed slop to the pigs
stressed off the cigs, bullet split your b-tch wig
burglar bar dose, tell ’em trappin’ ain’t dead
’til the rum turn red, swear we all about the chips
slice a loaf of bread for the homies that’s legit
you ain’t down with the squad, you could kick a d-mn brick
throw you in the ocean, let you talk to the fish
the bluest they can bite me, tell em chew it, thats my d-ck
[?] coupe, that’s the hoopty, paid in full, not the movie
leap six degrees, old people call it groovy
stacks not snacks, either stupid or they scooby
why your b-tch wanna do me, put condoms on that uzi
loser please lose me, lost myself in the soup
i get money for that cruel, fly sh-t before you knew
when they see me in the streets, trill g’s know who
it’s navy blue fool, these n-ggas ain’t cool
b-tch you ain’t cool, trill g’s know who
what type of n-ggas go and slander jil sanders
m.i.l.f motherf-ckers, militant as blank panthers
fl1ck the wrong pic and your camera catch cancer
f-ck my old b-tch, when she called i didn’t answer
lip stick rings on my d-ck, i’m not married
rushin’ into pakistan, the terrorist posse’s back again
extended clips, and acronyms that blow you out your socks and timbs
n-gga get some stock in them
stock in who? b-tch please
you could eat a d-ck for free, i’m tryna keep my pockets green
navy blue windbreaker st–z, hit the slope on skis
brain matter on my sleeve when i f-ckin’ sneeze
frontal lobes, been around the globe, you don’t know ’bout me
the sh-t i seen, most n-ggas can’t abc
i get the c.r.e.a.m, cash rules everything
make a stack, got blunts rollin’ everywhere
i don’t care if you think you rare, i’m h-lla [?]
these n-ggas ain’t cool, b-tch you ain’t cool
trill g’s know who, it’s navy blue fool

- m i l f mitch lyrics

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