- Million Dollar Mansion (feat. Young Thug) 歌詞 Young Thug Lil Keed
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- Lil Keed Million Dollar Mansion (feat. Young Thug) 歌詞
- Young Thug Lil Keed
- Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo
They think they all fly (Yeah), we a different fly (Yeah)
Yeah, we private flight it (Yeah), no need for autopilot ( Yeah)
Know we get the highest (Yeah), know yall all dyin (Yeah)
Lift the doors up (Yeah), my wrist is froze up (Yeah)
My neck get colder (Yeah) , thought I told ya (Yeah)
We in the fast lane (Yeah)
In a Hellcat (Yeah), or in a Mulsanne (Yeah)
If he bounce back (Yeah), a hundred shots ring (Yeah)
Aint got no dogtag (Yeah), how you g******g? (Yeah)
He not bout that (Yeah), he aint insane (Yeah)
Give him thirty shots (Yeah), shoot him Curry range (Yeah)
Finger flooded (Yeah), cost more than Audi rings (Yeah)
Yeah, we bossy (Yeah), s**t be saucy (Yeah )
Costy
You said you want a wedding ring,
Thats when you lost me (Lost me)
Go big on big, Im irritated with your mouthpiece
I drove a G6, took three bands to the nosebleeds (Skrrt)
Yeah, Im her boss, see, see Im so flossy
Lil mama said she want a Benz with the Rolls seats (Want a Benz)
I took a helicopter down to the show freak
I told her private jet, we goin shoppin overseas
I can go brazy like a shotta, ayy (Brazy like a)
I got some Mansions on the Southside, ayy
Im servin chicken, but not Popeyes, ayy
Pay the tuition, not a shotta, ayy
(Pay the tuition, not a shotta)
I told lil mama, '*****, its our time,' ayy (Our time)
We got the juice, we got the Wi-Fi, ayy (Wi-Fi)
We ****** on top our Carter , hey
I just might pass her to my brothers, hey
(Just might pass her to my brothers)
Hundred bands on a seat (Hundred)
How the **** I make a half a million in a week? (How? How? How?)
Yeah, shawty suck me out my sleep
I dont know just how the hell I woke up with a freak (How? How?)
Goddamn, I got millions with no piece (Damn)
Different bustdown
Every ****** day of the week (****** day of the week)
Livin easy breezy, we **** on designer sheets (Woo)
I had me some Henny with my Act,
Now Im deceased (Im deceased, *****)
Million dollar nig,
Whip a Maybach out of town (Skrrt, skrrt)
Patek worth a mink, up in the Benz right now (Skrrt, skrrt)
Keep designer kicks on my ***** all the time (Skrrt, skrrt)
Paris Hilton mansion in the hills, I see stars (Skrrt, skrrt)
Abercrombie birds with the doves, we get money (Skrrt, skrrt)
Lambo hit the curb, when it dark, it look sunny (Skrrt, skrrt)
I put neon lights in the penthouse for my mommy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Wake up, take a piss, drink a seal every morning
Spendin all these goddamn funds
I just put some slimes and some bands on your son
Choker shackles outshine the goddamn sun
John Wick shooters, we not scared of James Bond (Woo)
Talkin game to get out her panties
Different Chanel , different occasions
I got hood ratchet s**t and she Asian
Whippin slime Lam' truck, its Caucasian
Yeah, her cat Tigger
She got damn whiskers
Her ass soft as pillows
Give her nut like brittle
Louis duffle bag, F&N and bands in it
Yeah, I wore it, left the tag on my expensive drip
She not talkin bad, I go pimp and pop them lips
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh
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