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mileage Video (MV)




Performed By: WeNeedAnton
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Anton Zakharov
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WeNeedAnton - mileage Lyrics




Talkin' so much shit but they can't do nothin' about it
You get so much money okay cap I really doubt it
I heard one of your partners switched up on you for the clout yeah
But that couldn't be me my gang so loyal yeah we sound yeah

Woah woah my money is ever expendable
That mean I keep doublin
My muf*ckin' racks yeah they doin' some backflips
Your bitch eat me up like a cannibal

Can't look at her face so she turn around backwards
Yeah I just bought some Margiela
No I cannot f*ck with these Christian Dior
Yeah I think that these Louis my size

So I'ma go wear it right out of the store yeah
I just put your bitch in Chanel-y
No I do not think that's your ho anymore
Yeah we just hit the Louis

The Prada the Neiman Marcus
Spendin' money a chore yeah
I just went and tatted my arms
And now I'm lookin' like a bag of Chipotle yeah

My brodie told me I could make it
So now I'm guessin' that the pressure is on me
Off the perc I'm movin' like a zombie
Off the Adderall I'm gettin' restless

This 4K on my neck lil' bitch
No this is not no necklace
Yeah I got me a white bitch
She look just like Alexis Texas

I don't need a gun
To knock him out this shit like Tekken
Word to Wu-Tang Clan
I gotta keep my neck protected

Better watch it for the snakes
I never cared about no drama
Better watch it for the lames
Watch your pockets and worry about commas

Keep it so you circle small
Your friends the same ones
F*ck you over the most
Should I go for the Cullinan

F*ck around and get me a Ghost
Yeah these haters they keep on comin in
Can't give them the time of day my time valuable
Hurt so bad I need Tylenol

Fly yo' bitch out from Malibu
Got my side bitch she kinda cool
But I know that my main bitch better
If you talk down to my family

Slide down 100-round Beretta
Flex my racks
Do a money spread
Spread a bitch out like cancer

I do whatever I want
Say whatever I want
On my mama I'll never get canceled
Catch that boy out we get him gone

It get Messi no soccer
If I get a new bag get my boy one too
Gotta look out for my partners

If I get a new bag get my boy one too
Gotta look out for my partners

Talkin' so much shit
But they can't do nothin' about it
You get so much money
Okay cap I really doubt it

I heard one of your partners
Switched up on you for the clout yeah
But that couldn't be me
My gang so loyal yeah we sound yeah

Track Hawk way too fast
But it get really shitty mileage
That girl way too bad
Can't hit that bitch

Cause she got mileage
I'm just a kid makin' music
Man I feel like Miley Cyrus
Oops I meant Hannah Montana yuh

Gotta get back to my channel yuh
Makin' this money
No matter the weather
I do it no matter what

Ha ha ha
Cut the- Cut the f*cking beat
Alright I'm done
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English

Talkin' so much shit but they can't do nothin' about it
You get so much money okay cap I really doubt it
I heard one of your partners switched up on you for the clout yeah
But that couldn't be me my gang so loyal yeah we sound yeah

Woah woah my money is ever expendable
That mean I keep doublin
My muf*ckin' racks yeah they doin' some backflips
Your bitch eat me up like a cannibal

Can't look at her face so she turn around backwards
Yeah I just bought some Margiela
No I cannot f*ck with these Christian Dior
Yeah I think that these Louis my size

So I'ma go wear it right out of the store yeah
I just put your bitch in Chanel-y
No I do not think that's your ho anymore
Yeah we just hit the Louis

The Prada the Neiman Marcus
Spendin' money a chore yeah
I just went and tatted my arms
And now I'm lookin' like a bag of Chipotle yeah

My brodie told me I could make it
So now I'm guessin' that the pressure is on me
Off the perc I'm movin' like a zombie
Off the Adderall I'm gettin' restless

This 4K on my neck lil' bitch
No this is not no necklace
Yeah I got me a white bitch
She look just like Alexis Texas

I don't need a gun
To knock him out this shit like Tekken
Word to Wu-Tang Clan
I gotta keep my neck protected

Better watch it for the snakes
I never cared about no drama
Better watch it for the lames
Watch your pockets and worry about commas

Keep it so you circle small
Your friends the same ones
F*ck you over the most
Should I go for the Cullinan

F*ck around and get me a Ghost
Yeah these haters they keep on comin in
Can't give them the time of day my time valuable
Hurt so bad I need Tylenol

Fly yo' bitch out from Malibu
Got my side bitch she kinda cool
But I know that my main bitch better
If you talk down to my family

Slide down 100-round Beretta
Flex my racks
Do a money spread
Spread a bitch out like cancer

I do whatever I want
Say whatever I want
On my mama I'll never get canceled
Catch that boy out we get him gone

It get Messi no soccer
If I get a new bag get my boy one too
Gotta look out for my partners

If I get a new bag get my boy one too
Gotta look out for my partners

Talkin' so much shit
But they can't do nothin' about it
You get so much money
Okay cap I really doubt it

I heard one of your partners
Switched up on you for the clout yeah
But that couldn't be me
My gang so loyal yeah we sound yeah

Track Hawk way too fast
But it get really shitty mileage
That girl way too bad
Can't hit that bitch

Cause she got mileage
I'm just a kid makin' music
Man I feel like Miley Cyrus
Oops I meant Hannah Montana yuh

Gotta get back to my channel yuh
Makin' this money
No matter the weather
I do it no matter what

Ha ha ha
Cut the- Cut the f*cking beat
Alright I'm done
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Writer: Anton Zakharov
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