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y-milo - on me lyrics

[chorus: y-milo]
i got a pocket full of money
full of money
and i’m turnt up
except for that ain’t changing
room full of bottles
we got models
you see the bad b-tch that we came with
ooh ooh uh
dranks on me
the smokes on me
the girls everything on me
dranks on me
the smokes on me
everything everything on me

[verse: y-milo]
gon pop a bottle of that roze
fine -ss breezys all on me
she said that she ready, so you know that we on
i’ma make her tap out then i’m gon in the morn
hol up
don’t baby sit the bottle
liquid courage
got these b-tches on the throttle
they tryna go
i tell em ride it like apollo
my sh-t is outersp-ce
light that -ss up like a pyro
187 we came to f-ck up the club
got my real goons with me
and we murderin some
drink in my hand
her money in my hand
gon buy the bar
i dont care what she spend
i gotta throw up that chedda
and tell these b-tches they betta
get to poppin and droppin the party never be stoppin
and we just keepin on drinkin and all the girlies is choosin
cause now they know that i’m winnin
i dont f-ck with that losing
and i

[verse: y-milo (pflames)]
agh
i got a bad b-tch
she far from plain
but i dont even know her first name last name
raised in the city of the dope dealers
talk sh-t and get popped
smoke tygas
i be in the club turned up f-cked up
with all the ratchets and i’m turnin em out
n-gg-s got a problem
cause they b-tches with me
come holla at these fist and lets figure it out
and i’m back off in the club
with my shirt off and my chain on
tatts all on my body
got that bomb sh-t
on this dope song
so sickening i’m straight trippin
i put my d-ck in a lil b-tch then dismiss them
a real hitter, a weed hitter
hit that sh-t then p-ss it og
we gon in the club
no id
(no id)
my n-gg-s k!ll at will
give you black eyed peas
mothaf-cka

[verse: pflames]
blame it on my add or my ocd
but i’ma drink it deep
smelling that ??
like ynv
go wild like 95 it’s just
the old me
but the new me chilled like a cool breeze
and i got a cold piece
waiting up in vip
sitting with something louder than a shotgun
so we just shotgun toasts
til we both numb
on my tucker mac sh-t
i’m back b-tch
f-ck hiatus
the wait is over
now i’m back for this paper
should change my name to ali
cause you f-cking with the greatest
couple grays in my bed
it’s just proof a n-gg- made it (woah)
popping bottles like its draft day
everyday
getting money like an athlete
everyday
chasing zeros with my zeroes
til i overdose
and they gotta carry me home

- y milo lyrics

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