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Broadcasting straight from Earth It's T. Milli (uh) Million You know the camp Y.F (Young Favorites) Bitch! I fucked this white girl Who got a pink range And she drives fast in the slow lane She got a neck tattoo and all her clothes are new She got a neck tattoo and all her clothes are new I fucked this white girl Who got a pink range And she drives fast in the slow lane She got a neck tattoo and all her clothes are new She got a neck tattoo and all her clothes are new I fucked this white girl Who got a pink range And she drives fast in the slow lane She got a neck tattoo and all her clothes are new She got a neck tattoo and all her clothes are new I smoke like a motherfucking chimney Laughing with my eyes closed Yellin', "Bro', cig' me" But that's neither here nor there 'Cause when I talk ya hear thoughts so rare I feel a beat on clap your hands, say, "Yeah" No wait, my mistake, I need an ounce in a bag Super high me flow on the champagne campaign Elect me I popped every bottle ever made Expect me I fucked every model when they came They be hittin' my line and I just let it ring Split a swisher with your sister 'cause she kissed her Consider her so pretty, yo with this shit I whispered Make a bitch fall in love, then I'm on to the next 'cause one is not enough One is not enough, nah, one is not enough But if she brings a friend, I know is gonna get rough I fucked this white girl Who got a pink range And she drives fast in the slow lane She got a neck tattoo and all her clothes are new She got a neck tattoo and all her clothes are new But do I love her? No I'm unstoppable I can't see you, you're unwatchable Like a motherfuckin' broken T.V If you could turn it on you'd probably see me Take notes when I speak, shit is crucial I am highly educated, I'm 'bout to school ya I'm on to next week shit, it ain't cool yet I got the bitches leakin', man, I'm talkin' pool wet You get nothin' for free around here I'm gonna be huge this time next year You wanna ride the dick, better get a new idea I'm slippin', sippin' syrup, like a hipster at Ikea I got my middle finger up, ask me how I feel I just couldn't give a fuck, Travis T Mills You probably don't, but call me Million if you know me And if your girlfriend got an ass she can show me (And if your girlfriend got a mouth she can blow me, ha-ha) You know what it is It's T. Mills T. Milli' T.Million Ha-ha I fucked this white girl Who got a pink range And she drives fast in the slow lane She got a neck tattoo and all her clothes are new She got a neck tattoo and all her clothes are new But do I love her? No I'm unstoppable I can't see you, you're unwatchable Like a motherfuckin' broken T.V If you could turn it on you'd probably see me Yo, Y.F Young Favorites You know We goin' coast to coast I'm just havin' fun man Signin' out Peace!
Writer(s): Khris Lorenz, Travis Mills, Romiko Quinones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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