"Milan" lyrics
Hoodrich Keem & Babyface Ray Lyrics
(You know the suite full of clothes, man, it's shit like the mall or nothin'
You know what I'm talkin' about
Forty-eight hours, this thing, you know)
It feel like they cashin' me, got a good bond
Purse was shoppin', pieces and they came from Milan
Why I feel to be the king? I'm fit for the crown
Busy, but I keep a bad bitch in my lap
Busy, cut my cell phone, twerk for the work
Who you know clocked in first to the first?
I got niggas locked away, shit could be worse
I just bought a pint of red, spent the bitch first
Sight, bro, can't do no kissin'
Flexin' right now, the lane, don't reminisce
If I stand this paper up, then it's a midget
My niggas gon' keep spinnin' blocks just like a fidget
Eyes open, caught a fire
Said that she religious, pussy good and that's on God
You can tie me down and I'ma let the bitch drive
She been braggin' 'bout me, she like, "Let my friends ride"
Okay, yeah, OG type nigga
This right here, VVS, gon' look crazy at the light switch
B, I'm like a chemist, take the codeine, mix Sprite with it
Banks be gettin' money, so you know that I'm a tight one
It feel like they cashin' me, gotta goodbye
Purse, I'm shoppin', pieces and they come from Milan
I feel to be the king, I'm fit for the crown
Busy, but I keep the bad bitch on my line
Busy, cut my cell phones, work for the work
Who you know clocked in first to the first?
I got niggas locked away, shit could be worse
I just bought a pint of red, spent the bitch first
You know what I'm talkin' about
Forty-eight hours, this thing, you know)
It feel like they cashin' me, got a good bond
Purse was shoppin', pieces and they came from Milan
Why I feel to be the king? I'm fit for the crown
Busy, but I keep a bad bitch in my lap
Busy, cut my cell phone, twerk for the work
Who you know clocked in first to the first?
I got niggas locked away, shit could be worse
I just bought a pint of red, spent the bitch first
Sight, bro, can't do no kissin'
Flexin' right now, the lane, don't reminisce
If I stand this paper up, then it's a midget
My niggas gon' keep spinnin' blocks just like a fidget
Eyes open, caught a fire
Said that she religious, pussy good and that's on God
You can tie me down and I'ma let the bitch drive
She been braggin' 'bout me, she like, "Let my friends ride"
Okay, yeah, OG type nigga
This right here, VVS, gon' look crazy at the light switch
B, I'm like a chemist, take the codeine, mix Sprite with it
Banks be gettin' money, so you know that I'm a tight one
It feel like they cashin' me, gotta goodbye
Purse, I'm shoppin', pieces and they come from Milan
I feel to be the king, I'm fit for the crown
Busy, but I keep the bad bitch on my line
Busy, cut my cell phones, work for the work
Who you know clocked in first to the first?
I got niggas locked away, shit could be worse
I just bought a pint of red, spent the bitch first
