Y'all Dead Wrong Lyrics - Singles - Amil

Amil outlaw fly indeed 

Got every chic's man eyeing me 

Think you could crush this try and see 

Its the major coin i-n-c 

And am too hot to just be warm 

I start fire alarms from dusk to dawn 

Catch me with the diamond clusters on 

And Gucci feathered sandals with the mustard thong 

Model Mommy 

The body like a cola bottle mommy 

Mulatto up in the galoino mommy 

One in a Amiliyon killin' em 

Might have to change my name to billioyn 

Voice so ill you'll wanna speak my shit 

Joints so hot you'll wanna leak my shit 

Plus haters sneak peek my shit 

But still I be the only one to freak this shit 

Y'all dead wrong 

If you think you fuckin' wit this 

And you'll know 

That y'all got nothing on this 

Y'all want that 

Or you want something like this 

Those who hate 

Yeah y'all just fronting on this 

Why chicks don't wanna rap on the same song as me 

You need a verse ma, its on me 

See all this publishing belong to me 

Just imagine how the second album gonna be 

Non-stop party hopping 

Roc roc rocs and keep on rocking 

Everything I spit be popping 

Anything A milion want she copping 

(Whoop Whoop) Ain't nothing change 

And I play more ballers then them rucker games 

Light gray studs, ring, watch, plus the chain 

Will I ever be broke what's my name? 

Have you ever seen a chick like this? 

Ever heard one spit like this? 

I dead 'em all put my word on that 

All money is legal and I murder tracks 

Y'all dead wrong 

If you think you fuckin' wit this 

And you'll know 

That y'all got nothing on this 

Y'all want that 

Or you want something like this 

Those who hate 

Yeah y'all just fronting on this 

Cute as a button 

Can't tell this bitch nothin' 

Ghetto fab whole click bubbling 

Diana Ross the boss of the rock 

Shit you know me I got to floss at the spot 

Wit a dime as nigga who be tossing knots 

Every bitch hating 'cause I'm scalding hot 

It can't be because I got begets on 

Cause niggas love this bitch even with seats on 

I'm the A-m-i-l-lion 

Strictly be on that shit major coins be on 

I got joints making competition wanna drop dead 

I got joints making you bop your head 

I got joints that will have your eyes blood shot red 

Fuck the doe I want my props instead 

Stay real with it 

Might pack steal wit it 

You can hate but you still gotta deal wit it 

Y'all dead wrong 

If you think you fuckin' wit this 

And you'll know 

That y'all got nothing on this 

Y'all want that 

Or you want something like this 

Those who hate 

Yeah y'all just fronting on this 

Y'all dead wrong 

If you think you fuckin' wit this 

And you'll know 

That y'all got nothing on this 

Y'all want that 

Or you want something like this 

Those who hate 

Yeah y'all just fronting on this 

Y'all dead wrong 

If you think you fuckin' wit this 

And you'll know 

That y'all got nothing on this 

Y'all want that 

Or you want something like this 

Those who hate 

Yeah y'all just fronting on this