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ROMMY lyrics : "A Milli"

A milli-on ^!$$%s get sent to the penitentiary.
When I give em the bars Im Killin these ^!$$%s instantly!
Did you really think that I wasnt gonna be on it?

To be honest I bet that they $#&@in sick to they stomach!
When I pull up - and the beat sick - and the trunk pop - and I reach in
and I grab dat - gotta backpack full of paper and pencils; hand me a tissue Dammit im sick!

Who $#&@in wit me - you aint nothin to me
I just stand in the booth wit a gun to the beat
Cause Im killin this %#@! - You aint feelin this %#@!?

Then Im putin this clip to yo lickity lip
(2x)
its like lickity split when he faced B-rabbit

I go blam like gas and matches
If I blitz then you'll get sacked - so I suggest yo (*##$ $$# pass!
But this aint bout football. Even though im up on Offence.

And Even though im bout to launch it. - Like Tom brrr-aidy in the pocket.
Cause damn I be goin hard - and damn all these ^!$$%s soft
But not only these ^!$$%s though - oh yea these (*##$es piss me off.

She think because im talkin to her - that that means im datin her.
Well this next bar is your alarm - yeah yeah this should wake you up.
!#@* YOU HO! - !#@* YOU HO! -

When I blow up ((*##$) you dont get none'a my doe.
and it you dont get up off my dick right now !#@* YOU HO!
we aint gon' talk no mo. At first -- it was ok.

But then it get real my ^!$$%!
When these (*##$es call yo phone - even more than bill collectors .
Eventually you get tired of all this - and you wanna step on that (*##$!

On some stump the yard %#@!!

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