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Correct Don't Milly Rock Lyrics
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(feat. Rejjie Snow) [Intro] Bans [Hook: Yung Bans] I don't milly rock, huh, I just get the guap, ayy Ridin' around with no top, ayy, fell in love, hoe, she a thot, ayy, yeah, huh, ayy yeah Fell in love, hoe, she a thot (thot) I don't milly rock (thot), I just get the guap I don't milly rock, ayy, I just get the guap, huh Ridin' around with no top, ayy, fell in love, hoe, she a thot, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy yeah Them niggas mad 'cause we hot (hot) Look at my diamonds, they pop (pop) We never run outta stock (yeah) [Verse 1: Yung Bans] We never run outta stock, ayy, ayy Look at my diamonds, they pop (pop) Fuck on that hoe, she a thot (thot) Hot box, straight up to the drop (top) Run it the second I get it, yah, yah We sendin' shots just a fifty, yah, yah, ayy Fuck her then nut on her titty, yah, yah, ayy Fuck her then bust on her titty, yah, yah, ayy Like how I run through the beat All of my niggas, they with me 1OF1 keepin' it 1OF1 we keepin' plenty (yeah) Of the sticks, of the sticks He just tried the bricks [Hook: Yung Bans] I don't milly rock, huh, I just get the guap, ayy Ridin' around with no top, ayy, fell in love, hoe, she a thot, ayy, yeah, huh, ayy yeah Fell in love, hoe, she a thot (thot) I don't milly rock (thot), I just get the guap I don't milly rock, ayy, I just get the guap, huh Ridin' around with no top, ayy, fell in love, hoe, she a thot, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy yeah Them niggas mad 'cause we hot (hot) Look at my diamonds, they pop (pop) We never run outta stock (yeah) [Verse 2: Rejjie Snow] Hold up Drop top, skrrt skrrt But that girl needs a visa First class, I splurge All the way from Argentina Milly Rock, hide ya safe The pots, the rocks, and all the Rafs Alexander, he Wang Your my journey, keys and my half My Beemer race and go fast Tay-K, my life is on blast Hold up, switch the payment Dat boy's about to be famous Those songs I wrote in my basement No Milly Rock and no paper [Hook: Yung Bans] I don't milly rock, huh, I just get the guap, ayy Ridin' around with no top, ayy, fell in love, hoe, she a thot, ayy, yeah, huh, ayy yeah Fell in love, hoe, she a thot (thot) I don't milly rock (thot), I just get the guap I don't milly rock, ayy, I just get the guap, huh Ridin' around with no top, ayy, fell in love, hoe, she a thot, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy yeah Them niggas mad 'cause we hot (hot) Look at my diamonds, they pop (pop) We never run outta stock (yeah)
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