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M1llionz - RS11 Lyrics



M1llionz - RS11 Lyrics
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[ Featuring Mozzy ]

Business meetings overseas, trying to send over green
Money doesn't grow on trees, like what is that supposed to mean?
Take my nigga to LA to link up with the Doja team
Giving lifelines to phone a friend, I'll probably phone a fiend
Yeah I probably phone a cat, I taught that little ho to trap
If she gets the next ten parcels, let her hold a rack
I don't care what critics say, it's coming from the inner state
Cah most these niggas on these social sites have never sold a pack
Brick coming straight from Curacao with a Rollie stamp
Anytime I'm in the USA, I've gotta hold a strap
My O-Block niggas doing drills outta stolen scats
I heard you bailed out in the station and you told the rats
We don't compromise, disrespect and the hollows fly
In the trenches, after twelve we never stop at lights
We don't use fists, step out and let the copper fight
And even if I cop ten more, I'll never shot my nine

We don't compromise, disrespect and the hollows fly
In the trenches, after twelve we never stop at lights
We don't use fists, step out and let the copper fight
And even if I cop ten more, I'll never shot my nine

She boss me up and buss a nut before I dropped her off
They gave him twenty for attempt, my nigga walked it off
Ain't make a statement, he's a gangster, we salute him for it
Left wrist water, spent a hundred-twenty on this for it
Rich niggas taking trips like we ain't too important
Forgiato 23's, a pair of nookie Jordan's
Manoeuvre Porsche's through the traffic like we running late
Called the jeweller up and told him, "VS1 my brother face"
'Cause I miss that nigga
Who taking credit for his death, already chipped a nigga
Ain't gon' tell you that we smurkish when they mention niggas
Wolfing on the Gram got him slammed, I'm not an Insta nigga
Yeah they gon' miss you nigga

We don't compromise, disrespect and the hollows fly
In the trenches, after twelve we never stop at lights
We don't use fists, step out and let the copper fight
And even if I cop ten more, I'll never shot my nine
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Business meetings overseas, trying to send over green
Money doesn't grow on trees, like what is that supposed to mean?
Take my nigga to LA to link up with the Doja team
Giving lifelines to phone a friend, I'll probably phone a fiend
Yeah I probably phone a cat, I taught that little ho to trap
If she gets the next ten parcels, let her hold a rack
I don't care what critics say, it's coming from the inner state
Cah most these niggas on these social sites have never sold a pack
Brick coming straight from Curacao with a Rollie stamp
Anytime I'm in the USA, I've gotta hold a strap
My O-Block niggas doing drills outta stolen scats
I heard you bailed out in the station and you told the rats
We don't compromise, disrespect and the hollows fly
In the trenches, after twelve we never stop at lights
We don't use fists, step out and let the copper fight
And even if I cop ten more, I'll never shot my nine

We don't compromise, disrespect and the hollows fly
In the trenches, after twelve we never stop at lights
We don't use fists, step out and let the copper fight
And even if I cop ten more, I'll never shot my nine

She boss me up and buss a nut before I dropped her off
They gave him twenty for attempt, my nigga walked it off
Ain't make a statement, he's a gangster, we salute him for it
Left wrist water, spent a hundred-twenty on this for it
Rich niggas taking trips like we ain't too important
Forgiato 23's, a pair of nookie Jordan's
Manoeuvre Porsche's through the traffic like we running late
Called the jeweller up and told him, "VS1 my brother face"
'Cause I miss that nigga
Who taking credit for his death, already chipped a nigga
Ain't gon' tell you that we smurkish when they mention niggas
Wolfing on the Gram got him slammed, I'm not an Insta nigga
Yeah they gon' miss you nigga

We don't compromise, disrespect and the hollows fly
In the trenches, after twelve we never stop at lights
We don't use fists, step out and let the copper fight
And even if I cop ten more, I'll never shot my nine
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Writer: Timothy Patterson, Miguel Cunningham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: M1llionz
Featuring: Mozzy
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Timothy Patterson, Miguel Cunningham

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