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A Milli Lyrics – Lil Wayne

    A Milli is a popular song by Lil Wayne from the 2008 album Tha Carter III. Check words to Lil Wayne A Milli Lyrics in English below.

    A Milli Lyrics – Lil Wayne 

    Young Money!
    You dig?
    Mack, I’m going in

    [Verse 1]
    A millionaire, I’m a Young Money millionaire
    Tougher than Nigerian hair
    My criteria compared to your career just isn’t fair
    I’m a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed
    Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
    ‘Cause I don’t write shit, ‘cause I ain’t got time
    ‘Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
    And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper
    Sister, brother, son, daughter, father; mother-fuck a copper
    Got the Maserati dancin’ on the bridge, pussy poppin’
    Tell the coppers: “Ha-ha-ha-ha
    You can’t catch him, you can’t stop him”
    I go by them goon rules: if you can’t beat ’em, then you pop ’em
    You can’t man ’em, then you mop ’em
    You can’t stand ’em, then you drop ’em
    You pop ’em ‘cause we pop ’em like Orville Redenbacher
    Motherfucker, I’m ill

    [Verse 2]
    A million here, a million there
    Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere
    Like smoking the thinnest air
    I open the Lamborghini, hopin’ them crackers see me
    Like, “Look at that bastard Weezy!”
    He’s a beast, he’s a dog, he’s a mothafuckin’ problem
    Okay, you’re a goon, but what’s a goon to a goblin?
    Nothin’, nothin’, you ain’t scarin’ nothin’
    On some faggot bullshit: call ’em Dennis Rodman
    Call me what you want, bitch! Call me on my Sidekick!
    Never answer when it’s private, damn, I hate a shy bitch
    Don’t you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch
    She ain’t shy no more, she changed her name to My Bitch
    Yeah, nigga, that’s my bitch, so when she ask
    For the money when you through, don’t be surprised, bitch!
    And it ain’t trickin’ if you got it
    But you like a bitch with no ass: You ain’t got shit
    Motherfucker, I’m ill, not sick
    And I’m okay, but my watch sick, yeah, my drop sick
    Yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick — I’m it

    Motherfucker, I’m ill
    [Verse 3]
    See, they say I’m rappin’ like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
    André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
    Who that said they gon’ beat Lil Wayne?
    My name ain’t Bic, but I keep that flame, man
    Who that one that do that, boy?
    You knew that true that, swallow
    And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
    I don’t owe you like two vowels
    But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
    And I’d rather be pushin’ flowers
    Than to be in the pen sharin’ showers
    Tony told us this world was ours
    And the Bible told us every girl was sour
    Don’t play in her garden and don’t smell her flower
    Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
    Boy, I got so many bitches, like I’m Mike Lowrey
    Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn’t doubt me
    Motherfucker, I say “Life ain’t shit without me”
    Chrome lips pokin’ out the coupe, look like it’s poutin’
    I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it
    Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain — dare me
    Don’t you compare me, ‘cause there ain’t nobody near me
    They don’t see me but they hear me
    They don’t feel me but they fear me
    I’m illy, C3, 3 Peat


    Writer(s): Lil Wayne (Dwayne Carter Jr.), Bangladesh (Shondrae Crawford)


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