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milly7x - milly flow lyrics

b+tch i have them bullets flying im even dumping out the wraith
sliding with that cutta tryna wack ah n+gga in his face
i don’t fck with opps so we gon slide and take his face
smoking on that gas so that’s yo brudda let’s play take away
sliding with that tec plus a 30 co gon take ya place switches ona glock would line em up we even took the tape
b+tches eating d+ck oh they some bops so we don’t give them play
yea i’m with the gang we selling ps
50 glocks bucks a chase
i was out my top pushing a benz almost crash to the lake
crashing bout them b+tches get you k!llеd better get out thе way
tell em free my bruddas out the pin momma she miss yo face
bad b+tches tryna suck the d+ck told ha get out my face
b+tches thots
30 glock a stock 50 shots buss his top
ima menace tking n+ggas pistols tell em come get
glock my favorite
last one caught a flagrant
i even shoot ya baby
hoes be lazy they just wan a baby
b+tch kind or crxzy
i shoot like the navy 5.56 they coming through they grazing
have yo mama screaming not my baby man sh+t so crxzy
ion give a f+ck about these n+ggas come and get yo issue
bucking on that gram gon getchu wack you n+ggas soft like a tissue
titties ona glock yea that’s my baby hunid shots dismiss you
milly that’s my name like get the fck popping n+ggas simple
talking like you bulletproof la b+tch don’t make me come and getchu
p+ssy n+gga ducking hit his back
coughing fluid red denim
sliding in them h+llcats hit the brake we hop out going get him
fcking on opp ho she a thot
gon tell all the info
b+tch ah sl+t
sl+t ha out she take the d+ck all in her gut
we was ona block whip the pot hunid shots to his gut

ian fck with opps them n+ggas dead
dump the glock hit the cut
n+gga ratting we fill em up pointing fingers like a duck
yungeen crxzy hit lights we gon hit em up on sight
i was smoking dope in the backseat chilling with dirty my pipe
n+ggas try to get off
up the 60 i was trying tke his life
jumping in and out of traffic swerve it left then hit the right
hitchu in yo head la b+tch leave mama home sick crying for life
kyro that’s my brudda it’s whatever drumstick fl!cks his light

- milly7x lyrics

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