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Cory Gunz

Genres: Hip-Hop

A Millie Lyrics - Cory Gunz

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, 

Cuz I don't write shit cuz I aint got time, 

Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar, 

And the almighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper, 

Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha f**k a copper, 

Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin, 

Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch em, you cant stop em, 

I go by dem goon rules 

if you cant beat em then you pop em, 

You cant man em then you mop em, 

You cant stand em then you drop em, 

You pop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher, 

Young money 

 

[Cory Gunz] 

A Millie in here wit them Young Money Millionaires, 

Think you really pop a wheelie in air, 

Mac Milli..the Vanilli's in here.. im a rascal don't get whopped, 

I get brats who don't give top, 

I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could never put a brake on, 

An I break on anything a nigga take on, 

Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like im Akon, 

Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown, 

Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas, 

Illie in the mind, really wit the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime, 

Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line, 

Plentys in me, any guinea's wit em bigger than a mini and remind im.. 

Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep beep, 

Wit a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep.. 

She caught by Weezy F, we be the best, 

Truely to death prove me the rest, 

Groupies confess, you be the ref, 'scuse me I left..HaHa 

 

a millionaire im a young money millionaire 

what y'all really wanna? nah 

y'all don't really wanna do it 

if hip hop is dead i am the embalmment fluid 

and I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to it 

notice I say "it" cuz to me, "it" ain't shit 

get "it". 

call me whatcha like trick 

call me on my sidekick 

never answer when its private 

man I hate a shy chick 

don't you hate a shy chick 

I had a plate of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo' 

she changed her name to my chick 

hahaha, yea boy that's my girl 

and she pops excellent up in waynes world 

totally dude you should 

see their faces when they see that 

this robot can move 

and it say 

ha, yea 

and it go 

that's right 

 

A millionaire I'm a 

young money cash money fast money 

slow money mo' money neva no money 

what is that, who is that, I never heard of it 

I will take your picture and make a "rest in peace" shirt of it 

someone should take this beat and make a "rest in peace" shirt of it 

becuz I killed it now don't tell no one you heard of me 

its like, the beat was screamin, murder me 

and I'm a murderer 

so I murdered it 

 

and you niggas is what i eat and I'll make sure of it 

and he who don't believe me I'll make dessert of him 

sherbet him, I mean 

shame on him, or her 

Carter, Father of 

this rap thang, this is my race 

gon' take a lap man weezy babys nursery 

now gon' take a nap man, its nap time 

I'll holla back at you at snack time 

 

Weezy F. yea, ok 

they say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac 

Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at 

who dat 

who dat said they gon' beat Lil Wayne 

my name ain't bic, but I keep that flame boi 

who dat wanna 

do dat boy 

y'all knew dat 

true dat swallow 

and i be the shhhh 

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 

hahaha 

and I'd rather be pushing flowers, 

than to be in the pen sharing showers 

see 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 girls like I'm Mike Lowry 

even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me 

 

man, life, just ain't life, with out me 

hip hop just ain't hip hop, with out me 

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