Miles
• Written by DropD
Go'on being A miler just tired of her trying to be the boss but at what
cost cant pause the dumb cause ,cause your letting the sauce fly,flying saucer announcer pronounced UFO,
UFO, announce yourself cause my dope pipe cant fix itself UFO's in my pipe ruining my nite flying objects run from my flame so i'll take aim shoot you from back from wence you came point no blame UFO inside UFO, outside wants to hide in my DPG thats were you'll find me and my but I got an acute sense of sight to scope out A spec in the pipe
hand the dope out to the right professional protest to confess and
confine but by staying confined inna prision of your own mind like a
loud speaker outside i'll speak louder dont whisper sister
Cause they figure that's the way to my digits i beg to differ
I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror
Wittier than any nigga, sicker then a wino kidney liver
Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror
I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter
But if we add a year or two you my feelings may differ
Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver
When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker
Now shining in the broad day light, go figure sinister swisher
black and mild yet wet and wild ,wild and wet widespread spread wide
all you can eat take out Of course you got filled to the brim all night
Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight
I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done rightAnd if the
sky fall tonight, we all be alright Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't
living right When you was leaving, did i put up a fight More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right
Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light
Watchin the cops roll by it ain't easy... that's right
Lyrical homicide when i write
Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right price is right aight.
And were gonnna toast up these bowls and she gonna speculate and i
tolerate while she
I let her decorate the real estate
You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate
Yeah, i think i'mma cop cop me that new estate
Where every recipient, property of the state
I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate
He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate
A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state
Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight
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DropD
Member since May 17 2015