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smb - magnolia lyrics

[intro]
yo pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

[chorus: playboi carti]
in new york i milly rock, hide it in my sock
running from an opp, and i shoot at opp (what)
and i’m on the block (what, what, what)
and i’m on the block (what)
in new york i milly rock (h-llo?) hide it in my sock (what)
hide it in my sock (what) selling that re-rock (what, what, what, what, what)
in new york i milly rock, hide it in my sock
used to sell re-rock, running from the cops
shooting at the opps (yo pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)

[verse 1: tory lanez]
i get money, money, money motherf-cker like i’m jordan
it’s the n-gga flyin’ foreign, make your b-tches not important
milly rockin’ through the city pop a pity by the garden
know you n-ggas can’t afford it
and these b-tches can’t ignore me
i did sh-t like dory, i’m with some white shorty
and the b-tch is like forty, she singing mike sh0r-y
in the port loose ridin’ out the porsche coupe glidin’
if you try me n-gga i be off the porsche through slidin’
it’s just me and lil’ aggy, portuguese lil’ baddie
pourin’ drink off in the soda, puttin’ weed off in the baggy
i be off in the caddie with a freak that’s off a addy
tryin’ f-ck me to the beat is like the beat is off badly
fleeing off to cali, i’ll be back in the morning
them boys diss me in the night, i get ’em clapped by the morning
got the money clubbin’ on the dollar stackin’ and joinin’
in the back of this foreign, i keep a cool b-tch with me
this never slackin’ or borin’, never lackin’ i’m blowin’
and any n-ggas try and hoe us, we feel the world owe us

[verse 2: royce da 5′ 9″]
every rapper claims that he never stood for disrespect
he got disrespected in the hood and he just set
when i bought my white corvette it touched my mother’s heart
when i stepped on the pedal the pipes turned to bubba sparxxx
called delano up, turned the rally stripes to f-cking art
then introduced my son to teyana taylor at rucker park
look, f-g, this be4, i don’t have no e-g-o
you don’t want no static eh, y’all should have your tv low
y’all the fakes, these are the breaks, y’all the cast of cb4
am i an underground artist? no, i’m completely low
i’m so low i could sell this booth as my new cellar
i could sell a jewish fella suit to a shrewd tailor
who better? i can sell a shovel to the devil
then turn around and i can sell the scoop to a newsletter
feeling like god only kicked moses on the snare
allah on the flyer and this b-tch emoting on a prayer
f-ck these labels, f-ck you label hoes focused on despair
f-ck radio, i’m already floating on the air
i ain’t here to be famous in debt, do my thing to me dead
these fans are programmed to change and forget
in this white man’s world i’m just a black who ain’t in the red
who hasn’t had a hat he can hang on regret
rappers kind of rapping too tame to collect
who has a rather insane intellect
i would rather ride a train to success
that’s plain than ride a dragonfly through a flame to impress
maybe i’m red, maybe i’m meth, maybe i’m less
maybe i’m crazy like macy gray, baby, i’m blessed
the hoes praising me like maybe i’m next
’cause i’m wavy, my flow avion wet
i’m so amazing, i’m jay z, i’m treach
i’m feeling like krs in the flesh
(yo pierre, you wanna come out here?)

[verse 3: lil wayne]
uh, in new york like biggie, roc, plants on my sock
she runnin’ from the c-ck and when i shoot i -blatttt!-
yeah, tell that thot her number blocked
yeah, stunna number blocked
this new orleans milly rock, let ’em milly rock
me and woe don’t really rock, evidently not, brrrr
yeah, tell ’em it’s the roc
in new york, let jigga rock, i’m higher than my socks
i’m twisted like my locks, big up to the lox
i did a show with ja
(yo pierre, you wanna come out here?)
did a show with ja, soon as i left the spot
pulled over by the cops, them b-tches found my glock
they threw me in the box, eight months tops
starin’ at the clock, commissary stopped
man when carter 5 drop, a n-gga jaw gon’ drop
the b-tches’ drawers gon’ drop and then the calls gon’ drop
h-llo? i ball too hard, they flop, woah
and all of these b-tches got -ss, how did they get it so fast?
they ain’t have that in the past, i still smash
in l.a. they gettin’ shots, b-tch i know the docs
m.i.a, we on a yacht, your b-tch know where we dock
hollup, i ain’t from the ‘nolia, but tunechi still a soldier
and rest in peace to soulja, ’cause he was real magnolia

[chorus]
in new york i milly rock, hide it in my sock
running from an opp, then i shoot at opp
and i’m on the block
and i’m on the block
in new york i milly rock, hide it in my sock
hide in my sock, selling that re-rock
what, what, what, what, what
in new york i milly rock, hide it in my sock
use to sell re-rock, running from the cops
shooting at the opps, you know what i’m sayin’?

[outro]
yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
b-tch -ss n-gga, f-ck that n-gga man!

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