First off, shout out to uptown
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And all of the straps hanging on my uptowns
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Fake niggas wanna say what's up now
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They know I'm on it so they wanna dodge the bus now
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Well, I'mma still run your ass over
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'no pants over, same short chubby nigga that they passed over
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'I'mma do it do the death, I'm going for the kill, no bff's
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Got my own text, I don't need a breath
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Pussy I lead bloody period, PMS
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Thinking you got a winner you can keep it up
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Your girl is a dot, you don't mean nothing
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I been toured down in the trunk, fuck the high times and I only saw her once
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That's a hell of a night, she got a hell of a frame
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I'm one hell of a man and you's a motherfucking lame
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Act right or there'll be nothing left upon you
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I put money on you like I'm betting on you
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My heart's no feeling there, where I'm from we turn niggas to disappearing acts
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His baby mother called but he never hit her back
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'Cause he in the bacon house dead, sleeping with the rats
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Grew up with the Gs so I know how to read a track
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Alphabet boys think a nigga can't hit 'em'
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I'm just too cool, call me Millz D. Williams, I move too smooth
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No Colt 45, though, but he caught 45, though, I got a 45 low
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Uptown hustler till I go '
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I'm a motherfucking guard uptown, and since 'died I been the king of them bars uptown
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And every day my squad uptown '
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Whoever ain't feeling this, fuck 'em, man'
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Turn half of the chump shooters into goons and hitters
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Used to look up to the cheese back in 1993
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Now the young kids looking up to me, Milzz, nigga
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Uptown Anthem
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| Jae Millz |
