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[Verse 1]
Amil outlaw fly indeed Got every chic`s man eyeing me Think you could crush this try and see Its the major coin i-n-c And am too hot to just be warm I start fire alarms from dusk to dawn Catch me with the diamond clusters on And Gucci feathered sandals with the mustard thong Model Mommy The body like a cola bottle mommy Mulatto up in the galoino mommy One in a Amiliyon killin` em Might have to change my name to billioyn Voice so ill you`ll wanna speak my shit Joints so hot you`ll wanna leak my shit Plus haters sneak peek my shit But still I be the only one to freak this shit [Chorus] Y`all dead wrong If you think you fuckin` wit this And you`ll know That y`all got nothing on this Y`all want that or you want something like this Those who hate Yeah y`all just fronting on this [Verse 2] Why chicks don`t wanna rap on the same song as me You need a verse ma, its on me See all this publishing belong to me Just imagine how the second album gonna be Non-stop party hopping Roc roc rocs and keep on rocking Everything I spit be popping Anything Amiliyon want she copping (Whoop Whoop) Ain`t nothing change And I play more ballers then them rucker games Light gray studs, ring, watch, plus the chain Will I ever be broke what`s my name? Have you ever seen a chick like this? Ever heard one spit like this? I dead `em all put my word on that All money is legal and I murder tracks Chorus [Verse 3] Cute as a button Can`t tell this bitch nothin` Ghetto fab whole click bubbling Diana Ross the boss of the rock Shit you know me I got to floss at the spot Wit a dime as nigga who be tossing knots Every bitch hating cuz I`m scalding hot It can`t be because I got begets on Cause niggas love this bitch even with seats on I`m the A-m-i-l-liyon Strictly be on that shit major coins be on I got joints making competition wanna drop dead I got joints making you bop your head I got joints that will have your eyes blood shot red Fuck the doe I want my props instead Stay real with it Might pack stell wit it You can hate but you still gotta deal wit it Chorus(3x)
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