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(Intro) I guess this is where the credits roll, just like rollin on Fuck it Smoke something bitch (Verse) Ok I know these niggas think they swaggin right? But at the rate these niggas goin And the rate that I’m flowin I ain’t racin, I’m floatin on the track Double time, watch me lappin twice Killa’s career, email it to his after life They said they want that old Millz back So I brought that old Millz back Now your favorite ghost ain’t half as nice Niggas throwin darts like I don’t catch em And get attention when he was reachin so now he stretchin This all rap til somebody stretchin Now our funeral arrangement and a trip to heaven You hear them horns nigga? Where I’m from you could die for talkin fowl And really be dead wrong nigga I run circles round these niggas All caught up in they emotions Put some skulks around these niggas Talkin bout bricks and ain’t no work around these niggas Letras de cancionesYou’s a middle’s man middleman little man I don’t give two flyin fucks about your rap or who you with And I am too fly to fuck that bullshit you call your bitchin I be too high for fuckerie That’s why I pray to the Lord above He keep me far away from where you suckas be Ain’t nobody in this world gotta fuck with me I’m Gucci long as I know Harlem got love for me Sound real ignorant, don’t I? But only judge what you see through your own eyes Medicated weed got me in a coma That nig got you low, I’m high, oh my They woke me up now he is back I had someone tell me I fell off Uh I needed that Millz (Outro) I had someone tell me I fell off Uh I needed that Word! DP2 Vintage I’m out B From Letras Mania