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milly dre - goldie (remix) lyrics

(chorus)
i said it must be cause a loco got game
extra ordinary cl-ss as he hustles for his fame
dames in my way, they be looking at my face
and quickly recognize me and wanna get laid
b-tches suck d-ck ’til they get lock jaw
middlefinger in the air screaming f-ck the law
party like a flaite or a rockstar
everybody play the tough guy ’til sh-t pop off

(1)
let’s take it to the hood yo, were we live it good bro
grinding down the good dro’, do it like we should loc’
too misunderstood though, rhyming with a new flow
putting on a good show straight through, wow
taking off her clothes, most def it’s getting hot so
go down low while you whine it up slow ho
looking a m-f-‘, b-tches like to blow yo
p-ssy, money, weed and you know it’s all true bro
milly, milly dré, better recognize that
recognize that sh-t as-f-cking-sap
i’m from the burg, gothen not pitts
it’s just me, myself and i and motherf-ckers that i came with
i laid with the same chick that you think is flawless
i gave her a tease and i left that b-tch braless
lawless, they mad cause i’m smooth puffin’ zig-zags
tell ’em quit the riff raff, b-tching with your b-tch -ss

(2)
h-llo world, remember me?
it’s your boy lil e and i’m back as milly d
repping l.o.u.d, still live in biskop g
and i’m still kicking music with my brother v for v
live from reality, yeah you best believe
i kick it in swedish, english and español, sí
like double v’s, i’m a representer
17 years old and i’m only getting better
sh-t, i’m still so regret less and fresher than ever
baby i still make it rain like sweden’s weather
i wan’t the meal, let’s skip the audurbs
lay you on your back and i will make your kitty purr
this ain’t no bloodz or cripz so we don’t throw no gangs signs
but we do twist our fingers in the middle for the west side
east side mad cause i’m smooth puffin zig-zags
tell ’em quit the riff raff before you hear the cl!ck-clack

(3)
b-tch i stomp the yard, bishop that is
too many fake motherf-ckers that thinking they are the sh-t
thinking they acting real g hanging with their squad
and brag about all the ways they f-cked this or that broad
keeyang rap with cl-ss? b-tch you a fraud
ain’t n0body in the game that got cl-ss like moi
e.d? your style makes me yawn
motherf-cker makes a love song but beats his own mom
oh no, did i offend you? what you finna’ do?
one on one or in beef song, i’ll break your -ss in two
seth dee motherf-cker, let’s kick it right now
round 1, pow pow, you got knocked the f-ck out
3 punks define the definition of what a b-tch is
i’m right here puto, go ahead and diss me
now they mad cause i’m smooth dissin p-ss rats
tell ’em quit the chit-chat, b-tching with your b-tch -ss

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