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LIl Wayne- A Milli

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang


I’m a Millionaire,

I’m a Young Money Milli in aire

Tougher than Nigerian hair

My criteria compared to your career

Just isn’t fair

I’m a venereal disease

Like a menstrual it bleed

Threw the pencil it leak

On the sheet of the tablet in my mind

Cause I don’t write shit

Cause I ain’t got time

Cause my seconds, minutes, hours

Go to the almighty dollar

And the almighty power

Of dat chit cha cha chopper

Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter

Father muthaf**ka copper

Got da maserati dancin

On the bridge pussy poppin

Tell the coppers

Hahaha you can’t catch Em

You can’t stop Em

I go by them goon rules

If you can’t beat Then you bop Em

You can’t man Then you mop Em

You can’t stand Em Then you drop Em

You pop Cause we pop Em

Like Orville Redenbacher

Muthaf**ka I’m Ill


A Million here

A Million there

Sicilian bitch with long hair

With coke in her derriere

Like smokin the thinest air

I open the Lamborghini

Hopin them crackers see me

Like look at that bastard Weezy

He’s a beast

He’s a dog

He’s a muthaf**kin’ problem

Ok your a goon

But what’s a goon to a goblin

Nothin’ nothin’ you ain’t scarin’ nothin’

On some faggot bullshit

Call em Dennis Rodman

Call me what you want bitch

Call me on my Sidekick

Never answer when it’s private

Damn I hate a shy Bitch

Don’t u hate a shy bitch

Yeah I ate a shy bitch

She ain’t shy no more

She changed her name to My bitch

Yea nigga that’s my bitch

So when she ask for the Money

When you through

Don’t be surprised bitch

It ain’t trickin if u got it

But u like a bitch with no ass

You ain’t got shit

Muthaf**ka I’m Ill, not sick

And I’m ok but my watch sick

Yea my drop sick

Yea my glock sick

And my knot thick

I’m it

Muthaf**ka I’m Ill…

Yeah See

They say I’m rappin like BIG

Jay And Tupac Andre 3000

Where is Erykah Badu at

Who that

Who that said they gon beat Lil Wayne

My name ain’t Bic

But I keep dat flame man

Who that one that do that boy

Ya knew that tru da Swallow

And I be the shit

Now u got loose bowels

I don’t owe you like two vowels

But I would like for u to pay me by the hour

And I’d rather be pushin flowers

Then to be in the penn sharin’ showers

Tony told us this world was ours

And the bible told us every girl was sour

Don’t play in her garden

And don’t smell her flower

Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower

Boy I got so many bitches

Like I’m Mike Lowry

Even Gwen Stefani

Said she couldn’t doubt me

Muthaf**ka I say life

Ain’t shit without me

Chrome lips pokin out

The coop like it’s poutin

I do what I do and u do

What u can do about it

Bitch I can turn a crack rock

Into a mountian

Dare me

Don’t u compare me

Cause there ain’t nobody near me

They don’t see but they hear me

They don’t feel me but they fear me

I’m Illy




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