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2. |
For My City
03:16
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[DJ Skee](Milli810) Intro:[When U Hear Dat Sound U Know It's About To Go Down](I Put Ooooon)[U Already Know Who I Am,The World Famous DJ SKEE..Chillin w/ My Man Milli(I Put Ooooooon YEAAA I Put Oooon, U Know I Put On)[Rock W/ Me And Modern Sound Productions As We Introduce U 2 The Future Of Hip Hop. The "Industry Shady" Volume 1. Mixtape, DJ SKEE..Milli Go Down Like This LETS GO!](I got it)
Verse 1
I feel like if i'm not hungry then i'm gone eat less//
I feel like If i stay focused then i'm gone cheat less//
Every night i thank god becuz i know we blessed//
Now I'm as anxious as a weed head when its no green left//
They keep askin me Milli so wen u comin back hoooome//
I tell em u just hold ooooon first i gotta put us ooooooon//
I'm coming for da throne as da best rapper aliiiive//
that’s da way i feel but i'll settle for top fiiiiiive//
my floooooooow is like a tidal waaaaave//
I Knoooooooow..why i get high todaaaay?//
I'm blooooowed dat i should fly awaaaay//
But i'm oooon under that light bulb shaaade//
U acting bitch made homie and u just changed on me//
pulled dat switch blade on em he left wit shit stains on em//
when he diiiiiiiied….holy moly iiiiiiiiiiii//
u cant see me wit a magnifyyyyin..glass if I//
live on a satellite..up past da sky //
i got an appetite..get cash for life//
that’s why every night every time I put onnnnnn//
chorus
i put on for fli city//
I put on for my, I//
I put on for my city//
On on for my, I//
put on…//
northside//
put on//
south side//
put on//
westside//
put oonnn//
Let's Go//-Repeat
Verse 2
No introduction is needed he is a genious//
I hope u know i'm speakin//
in 3rd person merking your version for certain//
Da way dat i word verses got nerds cursing.."I fuckin just heard perfect"//
Still curb searching writers block so every verb's worth it//
I'm from F-L-I-N-T they place a bet where i will be//
Mash on the asphalt in a corvette pale white and green//
shouts out to my nigga Fufa who just move from off da ave//
Gracelawn to be specific put-put a bruising on dat ass//
I aint talked wit Jpat we both done came a long way//
Catchin niggas slippin at da park we waited all day//
I'm from flint michigan nigga so what u mouthin off about//
Northside i'm gone ride 4 life even after they chalk me out//
Often now they compare me to Mc breed when he wore da crown//
Drop 2 mixtapes bacc to back..waited a year and brought dis out//
Be red on friday negro.. i'm debo i stall em out//
Used to hustle trees on my grandma porch and now//
I'm in spots to go where its's possible to cop my own fortress now//
I'm like a fat nigga neck….i have four chins(fortunes) now//
And wen i say fortunes i mean portions of dat guap//
Time to put on this for my city from every door step on da block//
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3. |
Feed Da Beast
02:11
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Hook
Incase I leave nothing 4 yaall//
Just understand dat I was hung-ry//
Greed leads to his downfaaall//
But I'm Hungry 4 Da Chedda maine chedda maine..chedda maine//
not wastin green time on deez broads//
On the clocc grindin hard on 100 things//
And I aint even countin em all//
But I'm Hungry 4 Da Chedda maine chedda maine..chedda maine//
Verse 1
From da 1st clutch of da pen i was just around 10//
Months away from bein 8 feel da gust in da wind//
I knew something had hit… my face lit up with a grin//
Godly smile but I was da oddest child kept touchin his dick//
Hold my nuts when I spit and call it positive parenting//
Pray 2 god they prolly inherit it cherish it like they married it//
They say where have u been point and stare at me sick//
No time to wait nor hibernate I just bear wit da grizz//
Grizzley or grind whatever u call its fine//
As Long u kno I’m on mine all da time//
I’m like a gear in ya audemare timepiece//
Bet ya dollar on my g dat ur daughter gon like me//
Her décor is my life see..//
Check through in her bedroom it’s portraits of my teeth//
Seek refuge cuz my death move contorted like 9 beats//
Bent em against da grain administer endless pain//
Chewed thru ya food for thought in minutes and licked da plate//
Did I forget to say…//
Hook
Incase I leave nothing 4 yaall//
Just understand dat I was hung-ry//
Greed leads to his downfaaall//
But I'm Hungry 4 Da Chedda maine chedda maine..chedda maine//
not wastin green time on deez broads//
On the clocc grindin hard on 100 things//
And I aint even countin em all//
But I'm Hungry 4 Da Chedda maine chedda maine..chedda maine//
Outro
On Behalf Of Modern Sound Productions, I Be Da Kid Milli810,I'd Like 2 Give U Guys A Quick PSA, For The Acronym Challenged Thats A Public Service Announcemnt...u Only Have about THIS much time left, Industry Shady On The Way, Hosted By The World Famous DJ SKEE.
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4. |
Industry Shady
04:08
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Coming Soon-Pending Approval?!?!
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5. |
I'm Milli
03:37
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Verse 1
Technically nobody should shred dis beat unless its me//
Da next to bring every ingredient to da recipe//
u other rappers can never breathe niggaz don’t respect ya steez//
cuz ya audience is nothing but bitches like ellen d//
generous milli is givin his testi-clees to a sexy fe//
who’s only prerogative is to have sex with me//
consecutively I’ma cash cow milkin da game for everything//
gimme extra cheese or da tech’ll sneeze...bless it please//
the originator mr. milli-mater will kill a hater//
wit one phone call no use of a trigger fanger//
get a hanger u in da closet feelin on his//
dicc and getting hard from it//
get away dats gay and ion swing dat way//
movin as smooth as barracudas or a pair of shooters//
shootin uzi’s in a movie this aint a movie son//
speakin of motion picture my flow get siccer and siccer//
wen I hiccup or spit it they say I think he got da flu or something//
naaaw influenza don’t describe me mami//
cuz I be more likely in need of an iv mami//
I’m hiv mami dat don’t mean dat I have it//
Its mean my swag is iller than da rest//
Its mac milli in da flesh//
U want beef then its cool wats da muhfuccin problem//
Ok u got tools but wats a uz to a rocket//
Launcher poppin blood ooze from ya noggin//
Spit it da same as lil wayne ok milli stoppppp it//
Let a professional like myself show ya//
how to go and change ya flow up//
Hol up better load da 44’s up//
And hope dat I do not show up//
guaranteed if I show up//
Then ya whole spot will be blown up tore up//
From da floor up hol up//
Ion think u heard da first time when I told ya//
Dat I got da game sowed up//
Slow up cuz I’ma youngin in da game//
And I’m comin for da change while I’m bustin at ya frame//
Bang so u better hit da floor when I step up in da door//
Or I’ma have to load da lead up in ya dome so//
U lil niggaz better watch yo mouth//
Erythang change when them gloccs come out//
Everyday thang when them shots go off//
12 Gauge bang and ya top blown off//
Yea gotta switch it bacc//
name another nigga dat can spit like dat//
Fly from da soccs to da fitted hat//
Never thought Mac Milli git rich like dat//
So where ya paper at show me where ya paper stacc//
And if I see ya makin staccs then I’m gonna be takin dat//
So locc up ya front door and stash away ya dough//
Cuz me and my 45th bout to take a quicc ride by yo crib//
I gave u a warning dog now I’m bout to go off//
And have ya body chalked up and ya blocc roped off//pause
Verse 2
If u think I’ma be broke ur deaf blind and stupid//
Standin on da blocc if da hammer cocced da Teflon included//
Bop bop it can get vicious wit a semi don’t tempt em//
If u let these niggaz gas u up da pump will come and feel ya//
I stay loyal to my niggaz deez women I don’t trust em//
Wont Love em or like em rather cut and one night em//
U kno flush em and pipe em I’m like da plumber wit my dicc//
If ya plumbin needin a fix I sticc my plunger between ya lips//
Shit I get dis money my baby why should i hesitate//
Plus I’m beyond a g I’m on my way to letter h//
It’s a money bacc guarantee u getting murdered jacc//
theres a shell to match ya turtle necc//
da best rapper in da game don’t compare em wit me//
I’m small but I keep it real like halle berry’s titties//
I been Da best within my city we kno dat yousa liar//
I Torch ya spit flames hotter than koopas fire//
M iya doubleL iya//
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6. |
Breath Of Autotune
01:40
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Intro
Fans sittin reminiscin bout dat old school milli//
Dat 8 emcees deep cipher give dat old school feelin//
Those who arose up in it knows who flow’s inventive//
I’m so relentless need no incentive 4 leavin ya throat constricted//
Verse 1
kid voice*Oh no mister miller//
its da boa constrictor//
Comin close from a distance//*
no lethal dosage of venom//
Just know I’ma get ya//
squeeze till I choke and I kill ya//
Unknown in description//
Heart stone cold wit a vengeance//
I Strolled all da trenches//
I make an appearance ya disappearin no longa u wit us//
Hung from a rope in ya kitchen//
Paparazzi wanna jock me watch me pose 4 da picture//
Kiccs is glowin stupendous//
check da clothes and da pendant//
Bitches…I’m chosen and picced from//
A cloth sewn of da realest//
Str8 Raw composing a scripture//
Dat Jehova could witness//
If dis…get hoes to come listen//
Get some mo of dat liquor//
Up in ya system till ya twisted loaded and bent up//
Then wen..our convo is a whisper//
STRAP UP I’m goin up in ya//
Make ya toes and ya lips touch//
Flip her dip ya face down nose in da pilla//
Don’t be surprised actin like I aint go ova dis wit ya//
Lookin like #what now# umm I suppose get my dicc succed//
Shiiiit Industry Shady bouta shake up music as we kno it//
Replace useless average old shit//
wit proven classic flowage//
u fools as clueless as da hostess//
on ya favorite show that’s//
readin off da teleprompter//
hella proper//
4 all eleven watchers//
Hits I jot down kill da booth and spare da mic//
So don’t gamble wit ya life//
I fell out da womb wit a pair of dice//
Fans experiment wit off brand rappers that there is like//
Bein handed a free sample “here try this sierra sprite”//
U on a cold streak prick I’m hotta than a flare tonite//
I’m 40 degrees Celsius u 40 degrees Fahrenheit//
U scared 2 die//
Well get da fuck outta my crib//
Heres a breath of autotune choke in da vice grip//
Hook
They don’t know how to do they thing on auto tune//
Dats why they hate on the loooooowwww//
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7. |
Almighty Dollar
02:20
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Chorus
You Betta Go Hard Or Go Home//
Go Hard Or Go Home Go Hard Or Go Home//
I’ma Go Hard(Go Harder)Go Hard(Go Harder)//
No Problem I Bring Dat Drama To Ya Casa For The Almighty Dollar//
Verse 1
U cant dribble a ball on my court or run laps on my track//
Cant swing a bat in my field or cheef da grass in my phill//
Get em involved in my sport heres a helmet and shoulder pads//
Gone tell em to throw da pass I intercept it wit my eyes closed//
I’m colder than deion dipped in Freon//
livin legend in my time zone so get da message or ur mind blown//
Stay on top have to pace my grind cock grabbers chasin mine//
Yo belt buckle got a clock on it.. dats a waste of time//
Whip is spinach wit roof stitchin call it frankenstien//
from da hood where they bang a 9 and after da tool spittin//
Da dudes missin two niggaz got a glimpse after da uz hit em//
leave no evidence tomb dig em//
Jewels glisten they robbin ya whole clicc fam//
So for da butta it’s a sticc up nigga like a post it stamp//
I’ll crush u wen I hicc up and wit dat said in rhyme//
And I’ll serve yo dickriders in seconds like i'm next in line//
Chorus
You Betta Go Hard Or Go Home//
Go Hard Or Go Home Go Hard Or Go Home//
I’ma Go Hard(Go Harder)Go Hard(Go Harder)//
No Problem I Bring Dat Drama To Ya Casa For The Almighty Dollar//
Verse 2
I’m warnin u now da next bar I spit is finna be crazy//
Every ideas a light bulb it lights up but da industry’s shady//
Milli amazing quoted by da prettiest asain//
Who use her face as a place for my kids livin arrangement//
I don’t know what da broad like more da dick or da bracelet//
Prayin I don’t stick my shit in her braces//
Get my meat devoured//
Coke hungry I feed her powder like she live in a spaceship//
Once my vision is painted I’ma make my house a foundation//
put da crib in da basement name it ground and pound station//
Cook a brick in da payrex why yes da pyrex//
I took a trip to the way west//
ur a head case u talk alotta shit and ya breath stank//
I hope u slip and ya necc breaks//
so bitch meet ya death day//
Shoo away fly and don’t bother wit me//
Don’t u kno I’m a son of a gun and I keep my father wit me//
Chorus
You Betta Go Hard Or Go Home//
Go Hard Or Go Home Go Hard Or Go Home//
I’ma Go Hard(Go Harder)Go Hard(Go Harder)//
No Problem I Bring Dat Drama To Ya Casa For The Almighty Dollar//
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8. |
Swaggology
03:21
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Chorus
No One On The Corner Have Swagga Like Us(Repeat
Verse 1
No one on the corner have swagga like us//
and i'm blowin on a quarter of dat satellite kush//
live an average life ummm//
i already surpassed dat path jack, it prolly wat my after life was//
think u half as nice WHAT?!//
rap wit me on a track to see who actually having the engineer get his gear..grab da mic RUUN//
Get outta there//
jeans swaggtastic, t-shirt is modern wear//
Milli the swaggnificent//
definiton of swagg vision it//
I been da shit like cow manure//
when i spit da crowd will roar//
they say i over do it when i go from usin//
dumblines to punchlines sometimes i dont note da usage//
so screw it i mumble a pair to play with//
my dime piece is a 9 piece golly she dumber than sarah palin//
heres da illest way to finish em//
shes so paid she can afford to swing both ways like a pendulum//
Verse 2
Unos does three to da four five six//
No Hater u don’t know me please get off my dicc//
Stop lyin tryin to claim dat we acquaintances//
My crew swaggtastic ur crew swagg absent//
I did all my research feet first in swaggology//
I also taught da class swagg obviously//
My fitty speak for itself I jus give em da eye//
Then they put they parts on my belt like an assembly line//
I’m from da vehicle city u see my vehicle pretty//
Like da girl to da left of me da cars(for on) foreign moron//
Your on a visual tour guide of da swagg//
They be joccin so put my hoodie inside of da bag//
Sbs yes these complex me//
Like da magazine get a spread sheet if u test me//
Like the faculty jus upgraded my flow to xp//
And my chips to vista its da swagg Pulitzer my swagg official//
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9. |
Get It Rite
03:01
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Under Construction
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10. |
Posted
01:52
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Chorus
I don’t need a hook on this shit..shit fuck it//
They get mad wen I get looks from they chick da girls love me//
I’m from Gracelawn dats my block(block)u can catch me on da ave(ave)//
Gun Hood we on top(top)try to test us u get smashed//(shot)
Posted…..posted like a sticky note//
I’m posted…..posted gotta get da dough//*repeat twice
I’m from gracelawn dats my block(block) u can catch me on da ave//
Bedrock we on top try to test us u get smashed//
verse 1
I’m posted so I get postage in da mail//
Put da motion in da ocean get da strokage very well//
Enough boastin and showboatin needa focus on da scale//
In slow motion doors is open him ferocious in da lam//
Sip da potion swisher rollin get to smoking on dis l//
Live the moment picture flowtion give the notion send a shell//
Get em killed he hope I miss em nope I hit em I got a shot like prince//
Da one who sang purple rain and a bit of tayshawn mixed//
hate on him i'm on da block by where da sewer water flow//
who would've knew or thought i'd go from dat position to livin where i can cruise witout da snow//
make a move i'm bound to throw my fist so fast at ya temple//
dat by da time u realized dat i've hit u u'll die or ur lyin crippled//
Been On da grind since i stayed wit kay and da//
cuz i always remembered dat life a one way trip and nothin can brang u back//
play da track bass on blast go to a lake and bait a bass//
wit jus a worm on a string and da next parts gonna make u mad cause//
Chorus
I don’t need a hook on this shit..shit fuck it//
They get mad wen I get looks from they chick da girls love me//
I’m from Gracelawn dats my block(block)u can catch me on da ave(ave)//
Gun Hood we on top(top)try to test us u get smashed//(shot)
Posted…..posted like a sticky note//
I’m posted…..posted gotta get da dough//*repeat twice
I’m from gracelawn dats my block(block) u can catch me on da ave//
Bedrock we on top try to test us u get smashed//
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Coming Soon
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12. |
Independent Invasion
01:01
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13. |
Stop
01:47
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Chorus
Stop Running(stop running)where u goin//
laser on ya nogging let It go and it blowing//
like (blaw) wit da kay (or)//
wit da A….R//
hit ya brain(die) i get away(high)//
gonna shoot dis club and everybody on scene//
waiting by da bar hit da v.i.p.//
da hammer (fly) wit da kay(or)//
wit da A….R//
hit ya brain(die) i get away(high)//
Verse 1
Verse 1
Niggaz kno dat I’m da man in wit da 45 in hand//
Mask on swingin through ya hood like Spider man//
They call me John Madden cuz I used to play da game//
Now I commentate and give all da players da play by play//
If iono u guaranteed u’ll lose a lot//
Cuz I been sticcin lil niggaz early like a booster shot//
DJ say my name then da music stops//
Mac Milli hood dreams let da ruger pop//
yeah and they trippin over tables//
i'm comin right behind em and i'm flippin over tables//
Damn i gotta hit him in his brain though//
He got laid out yeah for da lay low//
Chorus
Stop Running(stop running)where u goin//
laser on ya nogging let It go and it blowing//
like (blaw) wit da kay (or)//
wit da A….R//
hit ya brain(die) i get away(high)//
gonna shoot dis club and everybody on scene//
waiting by da bar hit da v.i.p.//
da hammer (fly) wit da kay(or)//
wit da A….R//
hit ya brain(die) i get away(high)//
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14. |
MSP Radio
02:59
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Chorus
MSP Radio ur tuned into ya favorite station//
We love da hot shit Ur playin It just make us go craaaaaaaaazy//
Well Bang it in ya ear//
this here is da banger of the year//
hook
u might be cruising down the strip wen dis track drooooooooop//
in a party lil mami break it down let her ass poopppppppp//
either way we let it play till da cops knoccccccck//
But U know we don’t give a fuck so turn it up//
If u in ya car with yo windows ajar//
MSP Radio ur tuned into ya favorite station//
Or if u by da bar with a chick on ya arm//
They love da hot shit I’m playin it just make em go crazzzzzy//
Verse 1
Soon as it come through da speakerbox//
Da freaks gone flock and drop it low like a teeter tot//
M-A-C is hot and my sneakers got features watch//
Greedy genius bop change colors from light reflections//
I’m confessin I’m da fellow ladies speak about//
Sneakin out late at night doin role play tryna play my wife//
I go with the flow and lay da pipe//
Any day or way I like she say my name so much she say it twice//
One time in English da other time in French//
They might grind like dis cant bust a rhyme like this//
I Dont Know Who u got me confused with, u must be snoozin//
I give visuals music animation get ya car tuned in u with//
Chorus
MSP Radio ur tuned into ya favorite station//
We love da hot shit Ur playin It just make us go craaaaaaaaazy//
Well Bang it in ya ear//
this here is da banger of the year//
hook
u might be cruising down the strip wen dis track drooooooooop//
in a party lil mami break it down let her ass poopppppppp//
either way we let it play till da cops knoccccccck//
But U know we don’t give a fuck so turn it up//
If u in ya car with yo windows ajar//
MSP Radio ur tuned into ya favorite station//
Or if u by da bar with a chick on ya arm//
They love da hot shit I’m playin it just make em go crazzzzzy//
Verse 2
Hood Dreams linked up with modern sound productions//
If competition arrive from all sides we knock em down and crush em//
Dust us off never dat we don’t sit on da shelf//
Music we producing a roller coaster ride step in line come shit on ya self//
this is gonna be da only time where it doesn’t feel//
like ur embarrassed cuz there is people who even agree and did it themselves//
u think this independent gone fail//
hell u might as well live in a shell//
ya girlfriend gone have to explain to her parents why her niggas a snail//
I’m sick of these broads who call with funk draws//
ya breath gotta smell good from both lips dont u know this//
bridge
they callin they blowin up da request line//
*play dat mac milli joint don’t cut it short next time//
still callin they blowin up da request line//
“Hello..Tell Milli i aint callin back next time//
(Groupie on line 1)jus hang up in her face//
(just hang up in her face) jus hang up in her face//
and before for we go to commercial break//
I only got onnnne more thang to say//
Chorus
MSP Radio ur tuned into ya favorite station//
We love da hot shit Ur playin It just make us go craaaaaaaaazy//
Well Bang it in ya ear//
this here is da banger of the year//
hook
u might be cruising down the strip wen dis track drooooooooop//
in a party lil mami break it down let her ass poopppppppp//
either way we let it play till da cops knoccccccck//
But U know we don’t give a fuck so turn it up//
If u in ya car with yo windows ajar//
MSP Radio ur tuned into ya favorite station//
Or if u by da bar with a chick on ya arm//
They love da hot shit I’m playin it just make em go crazzzzzy//
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15. |
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Intro
Line round da block//
Dimes on my jock//
Club finna go..so..hard//
Thugs betta hold..yo..broad//
We aint leavin till some clothes..come.off//repeat
Verse 1
I wish I had more haaaannnds//
I’d give dem titties 4 thumbs down..as for her frieeend//
She make a grown man wanna be breast fed//
Voted head grabadictorian of sex ed//
Less bet..who gonna lose ya shirt 1st then//
Ya boobs are perked perfect//
Who knew ya shirt’d burst quick//
*we have a 3 way tie* cool u her and her split//
she loosened her skirt when dis new hit was jerkin//
Chorus(T-Pain)
A aaa a a .. Take your shirt off//
A aaa a a .. Take your shirt off//
A aaa a a .. Take your shirt off//
Twist it in the air like a mother fucking helicopter//
A aaa a a .. take your shirt off//
A aaa a a .. take your shirt off//
Brush em off.. brush em off .. do the dance//
Twist it in the air like a mother fucking helicopter//
(Chorus 2)(T-Pain)
I know you don't care when your tiddys erywhere home girl//
Take your mother fucking shirt off..HEY//
Take your mother fucking shirt off..HEY//
Take your mother fucking shirt off//
And if you don't care put your hands in the air home girl/
Take your mother fucking shirt off..HEY//
Take your mother fucking shirt off..HEY//
Hey ..Twist it in the air like a helicopter//
Verse 2
She twist it in da air like a helicopter//
got deez hoes jealous watchin//
Cuz every fella stopping //
plottin 2 tell ya mama Bow legged shawty//
and ya hella naughty..ass squeezing tight in dat leather prada//
wont sell u nada..no dreams, scenes of cream//
but please cease da tease and release dem D’S!!!//
squeeze da jeans till da river overflow//
gon give me what I want..let a nigga motorboat//BRRR
chorus 1 & 2(T-Pain)
Bridge
All Da women be sayin//
Milli & Pain//
Say da silliest thangs//
But ya titties look greaaaaaat//
Words roll right off da tip of my tongue//
All Da women be sayin//
Dat Milli & Pain//
Say da silliest thangs//
But ya titties look greaaaaaat//
Bouncing up and down might get me spruuuung//
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16. |
Doja Boyz Ft. Tone Bucc
02:35
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Under Construction..See Bonus Material
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17. |
Hand Ova Da Cake
01:17
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Everyday a dollar is printed I gotta go get it//
Feelin to make my profit grow bigga from plottin on figures//
If it aint bout business it no reason 4 blowin my phone up//
ya dough in da cobra clutch ya bucks choked and I told ya//
keep da cake in da dresser da 38 in da sweater//
Hold clips but not da ones dat keep paper together//
Gimme da money cough up da money drop da money//
yea da money hand over da cake…//
Wipe you out at da beach and put sand over ya face//
Vans loaded with weight fans hopin I plan on it to stay//
Da most consistent individual deliverin u jams on a display//
Phenoms fallin down like my pants holdin a safe//
Ya wifey glance over my way think grands folded away//
Wanna follow simple instructions and transport to this place//
and stand on it to wait//
for my money yes my money//
get money count my cake//
use ya baby momma as bait//
have da dj shit da kay slay drama ya way//
got my first ounce on consingmy//
guess what i did??I brought it bacc da next morning//
every body in my family on some grind hard shit//
wit da cheddar stacc checks flowing//
make sure my mind focus cuz i gotta push two times harder//
cuz a new life starts up every second on da clocc and u die starving//
for da money yes da money chase da cake//
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18. |
We Did The Remix
04:34
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Coming Soon
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19. |
Paper Feel
01:47
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Verse 1
I was bred for this rap game get money and stack change//
u kno da grind is overtime my schedule past 8//
Money makin Milli makin money my motivation//
Goin to vegas and I hate to keep my chauffer waiting//
Industry Shady and i'm nada like da others//
So much green in my presence finna copyright da color//
Sucka..Hahaha//
Before i leave da crib, da whip mardi gras'd TOPLESS//
Chorus
HEY HEY HEY HEEEEEY//
Im chasin skriiiill//
and dats just da way it is//
HEY HEY HEY HEEEEEY//
Imagine How Paper Feel//
When u make a mill//
I Pray I will//
Verse 2
chiccs see da maserati and they feel they self and shit//
Cuz my suicide doors bout to kill they self again//
26’s spinnin got em noticing da kid/
chasin paper like my homework blowin in da wind//
rollin round da nation tryna go and get deez yapers//
tell them hatin ass niggas they can go and catch da vapors//
while i'm rollin up da stanka//
tryna keep my mind off of holdin up a bank cause//
Chorus
HEY HEY HEY HEEEEEY//
Im chasin skriiiill without a major deal//
and dats just da way it is//
HEY HEY HEY HEEEEEY//
Imagine How Paper Feel//
When u make a bill//
One Day I will//
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20. |
Type I Like
04:32
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Chorus
She’s a no string attached girl//
She know dats da type I like//
I’m too young to have a wife or kids//
I got a life to live so my baby wats da biz//
And since its no strings attached girl//
Wassup for tonight I’d love to catch a flight//
My dear and no matter what happen between da sheets//
Its gonna stay between u and me//
Verse 1
Lemme go head and introduce myself//
Its mac milli u can go head and seduce yourself//
Blew ya bacc out I think dat a masseuse might help//
No strings attached no she wanna go loose my belt//
Girl gone head move dat waist side to side//
Look at ya thighs u shaped nice u fly as a kite//
She looked at me and she can definitely tell I do my thing fam//
Cuz I look fly as a bird checc out my wingspan//
Look at _eresy a damn its colder than a polar bear//
Got people thinking that I brought the north pole in here//
She my bumble bee da one I put da honey on//
Since u my honey dip lets fly to da honey comb//
Verse 2
Her body shaped like a coke bottle and I wanna sip//
She got a baby face I wanna take her to da crib//
She got a tattoo on her butt I told her lemme see it//
She said we in public I said just show a lil bit//
We at da bachelor pad see if she like acting bad//
After that I’m kind enough to walk her to da taxi cab//
She turned around looked at me like I did her wrong//
I said get it my man akbar will take u home//
Don’t worry bout da fare I got all dat covered girl//
Its getting late u better leave before u see my other girl//
U wanna come bacc tomorrow dats on u//
But don’t call me I’ll call u//
Chorus
She’s a no string attached girl//
She know dats da type I like//
I’m too young to have a wife or kids//
I got a life to live so my baby wats da biz//
Bridge
Call me…so I can make it juicy for ya//
Call me….so I can beat da coochie for ya//
Call me…so i can get it juicy for ya//
Call me…so I can come and do it to ya//
Chorus
And since its no strings attached girl//
Wassup for tonight I’d love to catch a flight//
My dear and no matter what happen between da sheets//
Its gonna stay between u and me//
Verse 3
She shaking and gyrating and vibrating to da beat//
Da bass is banging and u can feel it vibrate da street//
Yes its mac mac milli da kid wit da incredible flow//
Street credibility woah young sex symbol fa sho//
Da older ladies love em da young girlies like em//
Don’t matter to me either way I aint gon wife em//
Wen it come to commitment I cant get a grasp on it//
Wont find a ring around me like clean bath water//
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21. |
Sleep Over
03:39
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Chorus
soon as I step foot in da door//
they know that its gone jump off//
got drinks(oh) got green(dro)//
I’m trying to find me a mami to come sleep ova//
do u wanna spend a night at my housssse//
she whispered yes as she leaned ova//
late night in da bed turn da lights…ouuuuut//
ur invited to my sleep ova//
verse 1
parkin lot full of carrrrrrrs I’m walkin out with my dawgs//
in awe of all yall ladies who comin out from afar//
brought our own drinks got bottles in hand//
(oooweeee) skunk kush jus got us a gram//
take another shot of Hennessey and I feel it instantly//
don’t be shy and try to hide dat smile u was givin me//
I wanna get u to open up…yo mind//
Then if u like I get it right if u open up…yo thighs//
Chorus
soon as I step foot in da door//
they know that its gone jump off//
got drinks(oh) got green(dro)//
I’m trying to find me a mami to come sleep ova//
do u wanna spend a night at my housssse//
she whispered yes as she leaned ova//
late night in da bed turn da lights…ouuuuut//
ur invited to my sleep ova//
Verse 2
I spotted her I don’t mean workin her ouuuut//
Scoped her out wen she made way through da croooowd//
Blue skirt with da brown eyes…round thighs//
Made me think now I need a drink cheefin green got my mouth dry//
We was walkin out da club jus me and her//
something told me inside not to drink wit her//
and something told me inside not to speak wit her//
or leave wit her I want freak wit her//
*I love freaky stuff* dats wat she whispered in my ear//
Joined da mile high club did it in da leer//
guess what she wanna visit to my crib//
Chorus
soon as I step foot in da door//
they know that its gone jump off//
got drinks(oh) got green(dro)//
I’m trying to find me a mami to come sleep ova//
do u wanna spend a night at my housssse//
she whispered yes as she leaned ova//
late night in da bed turn da lights…ouuuuut//
ur invited to my sleep ova//
Verse 3
Now that were all alone//
Lemme tell u how I get u in ya zone//
I’ma have u come and sip on dis patron//
Turn off da phone baby lets bone//(yea baby lets bone)
Its jus me and u in dis house//
don’t be quiet let it out//
Let me know if u want it fast or slow//
I’m bout to speed it up and b b b beat it up//
Now lemme slow it down//
I got another position to show u now//
Oh baby girl u drippin wet//(drippin wet)
I can feel da puddle in my bed//(in my bed)
Now lemme lift ya body up and put u on da wall//
Bet u never ever had it like dis before//
And now she shakin like she bout have a ceisure//
I’m goin deeper and goin deeper//
Chorus
soon as I step foot in da door//
they know that its gone jump off//
got drinks(oh) got green(dro)//
I’m trying to find me a mami to come sleep ova//
do u wanna spend a night at my housssse//
she whispered yes as she leaned ova//
late night in da bed turn da lights…ouuuuut//
ur invited to my sleep ova//
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22. |
Two Girls 1 Milli
03:57
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verse 1
I met Donna walkin in dem apple bottoms//
Soon as I saw her I hadda stop her//
I love her complexion plus she shorter than I is//
Talk to her for a minute got da digits then went to my crib//
My girl called me later on dat night….wassup//
I got something special planned in my mind for ya//
I know u said u quit smoking but wen ya thighs get touched//
And I light dis up it’ll get u high enough to try this stuff//
Chorus
go and light da blunt//
our sex life is good but we gone spice it up//
this girl name is Donna she gone meet u now//
and eat u out babe//
I’ll grab da camera and record dis//
We can all make our own porno flick//
Put it on my website and sell dat quick//
It’ll make me rich ayyyyy//
Verse2
Igh yall ready…this take 1…ignore da camera and jus do wats natural…action//
Donna goes in 4 da kiss on my baby girls pretty lips//
They jus sit and drip right between her hips…shit//
She clinched on to da pillow and her eyes watered//
She licked up and down round and round till she cried harder//
Her mind wanders and da only thing I can think about is dollars//
And profit from Donna tongue on my girl vagina//
Chorus
go and light da blunt//
our sex life is good but we gone spice it up//
this girl name is Donna she gone meet u now//
and eat u out babe//
I’ll grab da camera and record dis//
We can all make our own porno flick//
Put it on my website and sell dat quick//
It’ll make me rich ayyyyy//
Verse 3
I don’t wanna be jus a regular director//
I wanna star in my movie too and I’m next up I’m next up//
Just lemme put dis camera on da tripod//
Spread them thighs I’m finna send a shiver up ya spine now//
If yall mothers only knew wat da fuck I’m gonna do//
I bet she come runnin too and have a lil fun wit u//
I’ma get skrilly from da two girls I’m filming//
We da stars see my broads 2 girls 1 milli//
Chorus
go and light da blunt//
our sex life is good but we gone spice it up//
this girl name is Donna she gone meet u now//
and eat u out babe//
I’ll grab da camera and record dis//
We can all make our own porno flick//
Put it on my website and sell dat quick//
It’ll make me rich ayyyyy//
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23. |
Jazmine
03:53
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Intro
She fell in love wit them//(flashin lights)
She don’t budge for dem//(flashin Lights)so gon take dat picture
Cuz she love da glitz and da glamour and da fame//
Cuz It’s callin her name//
Cuz she love da glitz and da glamour and da fame//
Is it callin ur name?//
Verse 1
One trip to Hollywood done blew dat girl mind//
So far back its crossed tracked into dat girl life//
cant tell her nothing bout no fashion dats askin//
If she dress to kill grab a casket to match it//
Jazmine da name of da chick dat I am speakin of//
Golden brown Puerto Rican blush weneva u speak of her//
Goin down on her knees and then lovin whoever speak to her//
And long as they got dat cheese to get some nice things for her//
she so drunk she fallin outta da barchair//
til they say last call then she callin da bartend//
Tell him dumb stuff like I think I got barhair//
u can tell dat I got ass drunk in a bar hair//
Pardon do they sell dat grey poupon here//
Oh yea dis a bar wrong department//
I asked how many clones it take to screw a light bulb in//
were in da club why would i bring a light bulb here?//
Chorus
Americas Next top model got u brainwashed baby//
buyin makeup to cakeup ya face all crazy//
spending all ya dough on dem expensive clothes//
on ya bruce Leroy tryna get da glow//
but don’t give ya soul to dem(flashin lights)//
naw baby naw baby don’t give ya soul to dem(flashing lights)
verse 2
she got an appointment for headshots but aint got no cash//
so she gave da photographer head cuz she aint got no ass//
took her down memory lane wen her uncle used to molest her//
nobody could protect her cuz she aint got no dad//
left da photoshoot cool and went back to school//
lookin like a damn fool cuz she aint go no class//
don’t care about her future da present she cant grasp//
lost through da hall of life like she aint got no pass(past)//
all she want is da fame it keep callin her name//
sniffin all dat cocaine done tarnished her brain//
couple months fly by now Jazmine a star//
got her a mansion and car and went and brought her jag//
and she gained a lil weight some botox in da face//
had plastic surgery and went and brought her a swag//
she became a drug addict claim da coke wasn’t potent//
upgraded started smoking went and brought her some cracc//damn
Chorus
Americas Next top model got u brainwashed baby//
buyin makeup to cakeup ya face all crazy//
spending all ya dough on dem expensive clothes//
on ya bruce Leroy tryna get da glow//
but don’t give ya soul to dem(flashin lights)//
naw baby naw baby don’t give ya soul to dem(flashing lights)
verse 3
Little miss Jazmine grown now an actress//
Got a star role as a cracchead but she aint actin//
She relapsing hittin da pipe on set//
Start slicing her wrist scream life is a bitch//
Director walked in and she bleedin to death//
He walked out and told da crew dat she needed some rest//
Stuff runnin through her mind cuz she know its her time//
Her phone ringin off da hook and she knows its her mom//
she been callin all day she just watched da news//
and dat photographer dude jus died of aids//
And da reason why she called her becuz he’s a rapist//
and her mom used to date him and dats her father//
now she regret it(regret it) cuz she slept wit em//
with no protection and now she pregnant//
All she wanted was her name in flashin lights//
But dem flashin lights took jasmines life//
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24. |
Over Again
03:50
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Chorus
I don’t take 2 many girls serious right now like I did wit my last chick//
Whos da lucky broad//
2 retire my player card baby I’m sayin naw lady gimme more//
For spring,summer,winter,and fall//
What am i stupid??//
I’m in love wit da music//
Ro-mance fast life as u can see//
Dats cool wit me//
Grab 2 or 3 top models cuz life’s just a big roller coaster//
till we blow up..then u started over..//
gosh dis cars fast...furious and flashy//
pom pom's 2 da clouds gal cheer me wen i'm passing//
hands pushin da wheel like jimmy in degrassi//
but not a wheelchair da steering wheel dear//
as far if its skill there??i'll let u kno ur ass to ya face//
pull stools under u crush ya wit a steel chair//
blood flow fructose ya heart is a peeled pear//
i'm da kinda dude to holla at heidi klum if sil's there//
meet me at da highest noon i'll strike a fuse//
hand dipped in lighter fluid let it spread thru da web like spider movement// inspite of losing my dad’s bright influence//
during my diaper poopin..left me blinded usin my dogs to guide me thru it//
not mans best friend..my man's best friend got a nine and uzi//
had me hyped to use em now he doin life 4 2 clips..//
he said unless u introduce ya wife 2 cupid//
put ya pipe 2 use and stroke more holes than tiger do shiiit//
Chorus
I don’t take 2 many girls serious right now like I did wit my last chick//
Whos da lucky broad//
2 retire my player card baby I’m sayin naw lady gimme more//
For spring,summer,winter,and fall//
What am i stupid??//
I’m in love wit da music//
Ro-mance fast life as u can see//
Dats cool wit me//
Grab 2 or 3 top models cuz life’s just a big roller coaster//
till we blow up..then u started over..//
Outro
Chorus
I don’t take 2 many girls serious right now like I did wit my last chick//
Whos da lucky broad//
2 retire my player card baby I’m sayin naw lady gimme more//
For spring,summer,winter,and fall//
What am i stupid??//
I’m in love wit da music//
Ro-mance fast life as u can see//
Dats cool wit me//
Grab 2 or 3 top models cuz life’s just a big roller coaster//
till we blow up..then u started over..//
fast life as u can see//
Dats cool wit me//
Grab 2 or 3 top models cuz life’s just a big roller coaster//
till we blow up..then u started over..//
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25. |
All Crashes Down
00:21
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26. |
Music Lives
03:03
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Chorus
music lives in my blood//*8
its da rebirth earth da resurrection//
let da light shine in my direction//
music live in my blood//*4
lord please have sympathy//
and open da eyes of those who witness da three//
music lives in my blood//*4
Verse
Tear drops fear not here I am//
To bring hip hop and give my fans//
Da most needed ingredient in da recipe//
Digest dis beef provide servings of weight//
Miliano chamb mr. protein shake//
Give a dope fiend base make his heart beat race//
For first place and keep my medals laced//
Around my neck considering dat//
I’m goin through my victory lap//
Don’t worry milli relaxed//
Heres a brief fact jus cuz I’m short doesn’t mean dat//
My short temper wont light a shortfuse//
Toss u a stick a dynamite//
I ignite and torch who//
Ever try to step in my fortress//
No warning I dead em rigormortis//
these whores get a coin flip if its head I spaz out//
if its tails ur assed out//
Miliano scissor hands cut da track now//
Dat was past tense it glitched bring it back now//
Heres another fact clown//
I been gone for a year and some change//
And I’m hearin em say//
That I will remain to hold da rap crown//
X marks da spot dot it on da map now//
When it’s a lotta chitter chatter//
My pen and pad will//
Get rid of data//
In a simple matter//
Of milli seconds ur able to get injected//
Wit a blessing envision me spit a message//
And give da prescense of a living legend//
I aint die I enjoyed a power nap yeaaa da shits refreshing//
Drink da blood of my blood….heres ya beverage//
Drink da blood of my blood….heres ya beverage//
Chorus
music lives in my blood//*8
its da rebirth earth da resurrection//
let da light shine in my direction//
music live in my blood//*4
lord please have sympathy//
and open da eyes of those who witness da three//
music lives in my blood//*4
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