Yo, It's Millie man.
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Don't hate on me hate on me 'cause I'm your girlfriends favorite. YF.
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I don't have to listen to what you gotta say,
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I do, I do, whatever I want to.
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You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
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I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you.
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I'm clearin' shit up on these verses, Haters gettin' nervous,
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When they see my picture in their girlfriends purses.
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I'm confident, Not a cocky dude.
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They talk shit, I'm still makin' moves.
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I'm leadin' 'em, They in the group.
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I'm beaten 'em, They bound to lose.
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Watch me like a TV, Speechless when you see me.
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You bought swag, I cop for free.
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I'm the real deal, You a wannabe.
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My life is like a movie, Girls all act like groupies.
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I got my fav's, That's all I need.
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Fuck the world, The world can't fuck me.
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I don't have to listen to what you gotta say,
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I do, I do, whatever I want to.
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You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
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I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. [x2]
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I'm sharper then the knife I cut my steak with,
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You soft like fruit go eat a grape bitch.
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You ain't gotta say it 'cause I know that I'm great bitch.
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I don't got a job, But you, You work the grave shift.
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I get high and pay no mind to people talkin' outta line,
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I ain't lyin', I feel fine.
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You hate on wine, I date dimes, I get mine.
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It's my time you're minutes late,
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You see me. Oh you copy, paste.
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Swagga Jackin' Lames need to get the fuck out my face.
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I don't have to listen to what you gotta say,
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I do, I do, whatever I want to.
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You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
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I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. [x2]
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[Kyle Lucas:]
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I'm doin' this rap shit, Till I bash it.
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My last shit, I surpassed it.
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I killed it, It's in a casket.
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These adjectives are drastic.
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So put 'em in the ground, Like six feet down.
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And if they unaware, They finna know now.
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See this hate is all poppin', The bitches make me feel popula.
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It gets my profit up, I don't give a fuck if I'm hip hop enough.
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So whatever they talkin' about it's blocked out,
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Even with the top down, With your chicks top down.
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I don't have to listen to what you gotta say,
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I do, I do, whatever I want to.
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You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
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I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you. [x2]
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Couldn't Do You
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| T. Mills |
