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Millian - Yayo (feat. BM Casso) Lyrics




You can get the yayo, told my niggas let's go
We gone paint the f*cking picture, we gone use some crayos
Big s/o to my bros, homies from the get go
And I gat a couple women who ain't tryna let go
This is as far I go, they say just go with flow
They say you don't wonna know, I think I heard that before

Give me 1, double O... that's the way that I keep it
Know niggas with bricks like they ain't making a bucket
Your track a hit when I'm on it... they see the way that I run it
The niggas wishing me deatthh, I gave em life how ironic

We ain't here for the moment, boy this shit ain't a snap
We here to stay, those who slept on me was taking a nap
I do this shit like I'm drake, I can sing I can rap
And my bars be so abusive, boy you know that they slap
When they bring up my name, boy I'm bringing the heat
Make these niggas go vegan, niggas ain't tryna meet

I might go hard when i try to go slow
Flow through
Riding like I'm in a slo mo
No rules
Rapping like a nigga broke codes
The safe way to hang is like I'm going solo

I'm good
Nigga I'm good
Dripping like I should
It's funny how I knew
Ion give a damn bout d niggas from ur hood
I might play around and shoot
Like a block boy from d hood

I'm cold
Sick I got a flu
My rap is killing u
Everythang I do
Was a money move
I don't dance, I move
U might think I hoop I'm d reason u gon loose

In a Benz
Millian in a Benz
Dreamt I had a Benz
Fantasy awake
Wishes got d best
It Really brought me here I'm just praying for d best
So my mama get d best

Pulled up to the show, so u see me smile aye
I was buckled down, Millian cried deep yea
Never thought To have all the things I have, please
Now I drive through, with a flying high flag ship Aye

I'm a cold nigga with a bow, everything I shoot leave a Liverpool, piercing make a pool
Imma send a sniper to d sky, so they shoot a star
Imma aim up high, then I shoot ur star, yea
Who
Is that
True
Hitter
You?
Millian?
True?
Yea

Imma sit back, play around and hit that, imma tell ur ms that
Millian need to eat that, neither, either, I'm gon really bite that
Make sure u stay withered, two rounds, tragic
Yea
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You can get the yayo, told my niggas let's go
We gone paint the f*cking picture, we gone use some crayos
Big s/o to my bros, homies from the get go
And I gat a couple women who ain't tryna let go
This is as far I go, they say just go with flow
They say you don't wonna know, I think I heard that before

Give me 1, double O... that's the way that I keep it
Know niggas with bricks like they ain't making a bucket
Your track a hit when I'm on it... they see the way that I run it
The niggas wishing me deatthh, I gave em life how ironic

We ain't here for the moment, boy this shit ain't a snap
We here to stay, those who slept on me was taking a nap
I do this shit like I'm drake, I can sing I can rap
And my bars be so abusive, boy you know that they slap
When they bring up my name, boy I'm bringing the heat
Make these niggas go vegan, niggas ain't tryna meet

I might go hard when i try to go slow
Flow through
Riding like I'm in a slo mo
No rules
Rapping like a nigga broke codes
The safe way to hang is like I'm going solo

I'm good
Nigga I'm good
Dripping like I should
It's funny how I knew
Ion give a damn bout d niggas from ur hood
I might play around and shoot
Like a block boy from d hood

I'm cold
Sick I got a flu
My rap is killing u
Everythang I do
Was a money move
I don't dance, I move
U might think I hoop I'm d reason u gon loose

In a Benz
Millian in a Benz
Dreamt I had a Benz
Fantasy awake
Wishes got d best
It Really brought me here I'm just praying for d best
So my mama get d best

Pulled up to the show, so u see me smile aye
I was buckled down, Millian cried deep yea
Never thought To have all the things I have, please
Now I drive through, with a flying high flag ship Aye

I'm a cold nigga with a bow, everything I shoot leave a Liverpool, piercing make a pool
Imma send a sniper to d sky, so they shoot a star
Imma aim up high, then I shoot ur star, yea
Who
Is that
True
Hitter
You?
Millian?
True?
Yea

Imma sit back, play around and hit that, imma tell ur ms that
Millian need to eat that, neither, either, I'm gon really bite that
Make sure u stay withered, two rounds, tragic
Yea
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Writer: Maximillian Nwaigwe, Tochukwu Uzokwe
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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