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Ill's my skill Tryna build my mills (Why'd ya, Why'd ya, Why'd ya) Kill my chill So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay) Wheels like Hill (wheels) Wheels like HIll (wheels) Wheels like Hill (dear god) So I had to get wheels like HIll (Ay) Got wheels like Hill on her Ran so far away now I'm Bill Croner I appeal to the mill, tryna steal Want a lot a bills so to get the skrill I'm bout to peel on ya (Pewm) Like I got a rocket in my pocket Doing me wrongs while getting gone is the topic Stop it, you ain't gotta lie cred I know the woman wanna be sinning cause of my bread That's cool, I was the man even at school Fast shoes yes I been winning before the tattoos Way before my cash grew, I was dodging the fake It is not a mistake If you faulty I gotta skate, wait Ill's my skill Tryna build my mills (Why'd ya, Why'd ya, Why'd ya) Letras de cancionesKill my chill So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay) Wheels like Hill (wheels) Wheels like HIll (wheels) Wheels like Hill (dear god) So I had to get wheels like HIll (Ay) Ready set go-o-o Little work but feeling creds, know-o-o Everybody see my check grow-o-o So come a gold digger I'ma get low-o-o Speed racer, believe I'ma erase ya If you a cheese chaser and not a glee maker Make her pleased is what I feed faker She take a L to the hell I wouldn't pay ya to be my leave raker I ain't running cause I'm scared of you honey Running for happy 'cause you was always aware of new money And that's cold like blue bunny So from you I gotta shake Girl ya traits ain't too great Too late, I gotta brake, wait Ill's my skill Tryna build my mills (Why'd ya, Why'd ya, Why'd ya) Kill my chill So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay) Wheels like Hill (wheels) Wheels like HIll (wheels) Wheels like Hill (dear god) So I had to get wheels like HIll (Ay) Rock with too few, I blocks a new boo Specially if she running with a prostitute crew Gots to lose you 'cause thoughts are boo-boo Poopoohead, she's a poopy face a cocky poo-poo If she come and try to get my money I'ma say the stuff to make her eyes runny I bet she get nothing but straight lies from me Wanna get with me 'cause they don't wanna die bummy I got it and I ain't giving nothing to y'all man I do the opposite of run the small pace See the dirt spunned in y'all face Got it but I ain't even begun to ball, wait Ill's my skill Tryna build my mills (Why'd ya, Why'd ya, Why'd ya) Kill my chill So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay) Wheels like Hill (wheels) Wheels like HIll (wheels) Wheels like Hill (dear god) So I had to get wheels like HIll (Ay) From Letras Mania