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Correct Richard Millie Plain Lyrics
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[Intro] Playmakers Run that back, Turbo [Pre-Chorus] Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain) Countin' cash on a private plane (Countin' cash on a private plane, uh) Couple M's on the sound exchange (Couple M's on the sound exchange) Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain) [Chorus] Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain) Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain) Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain) Gunna Gunna got a lil' fame now Ain't no cap in my game (My game) Still'll hit your block, leave a man down Shootin' like I'm shootin' at the range (Range) [Verse 1] Quick, I can let it bang (Bang) Rich nigga, I let her keep the chains (Chains) Fake love, I don't care to really hang (Fake love) You a dub and I know you full of shame (You a dub) Speed it up, know they want to take the lane (Speed it up) Uh, take a school bus, board the plane (Board the plane) Did it first, heard they tried to call it lame, huh? Now these niggas lookin' like the same (Same) They was tryna steal my style, dawg Full outfit, I had to change (Had to change) Tempt me, I'ma go AWOL (AWOL) People gon' think I'm insane (Insane) I'ma skeet skeet in her face, awh Fell in love with her brain (Skeet skeet) Pull the skrrt skrrt on a hater All you niggas saw was my chain (Skrrt skrrt) Kiss my ring (My ring) Pretty bitch swallowed a bean (My bean) Then she gon' swallow my thing (My thing) Lot of ass in the Philipp Plein jeans (Jeans) Gotta ask? Yeah, I still sip lean (Sip lean) Swag, bitch, you know what I mean (Mean) Got the cash like the money machine (Machine) Black pointers in the bottom of my ring [Pre-Chorus] Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain) Countin' cash on a private plane (Countin' cash on a private plane, uh) Couple M's on the sound exchange (Couple M's on the sound exchange) Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain) [Chorus] Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain) Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain) Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain) Gunna Gunna got a lil' fame now Ain't no cap in my game (My game) Still'll hit your block, leave a man down Shootin' like I'm shootin' at the range [Verse 2] Extended kick, I love pointers (Pointers) Chopper spittin', spit me a quarter (Quarter) Wish him well, I got water (Water) You a spare, I'm a little smarter (Smarter) That's your bitch, then you gotta spoil her (Spoil her) Tote bananas like it came with a spoiler (With a spoiler) See you on the camera, I'ma kill your daughter (Kill your daughter) Niggas know I'm havin', still drippin' harder (Still drippin' harder) Chromeheart crossin' my collar (Collar) All the heels got red on the bottom (Bottom) Don't compare, you are not in my column (Nah) Don't fall, we ain't nowhere near autumn (Near autumn) I'm a man, I'ma solve my problems, awh Told my family I got 'em (I got 'em) He was talkin' his mouth, he ain't 'bout it at all Now they don't know who shot him (Now they don't know who shot him) Love Atlanta (Atlanta) Too much mud in my Fanta (My Fanta) Gunna pulled up in a Phantom (Pulled up) Seats same color banana (Banana) C's all on the bandana (Yeah) Please don't correct my grammar (Please don't correct my grammar) Please don't argue, got candles (Grieve) Achieve, I have my standards [Pre-Chorus] Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain) Countin' cash on a private plane (Countin' cash on a private plane, uh) Couple M's on the sound exchange (Couple M's on the sound exchange) Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain) [Chorus] Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain) Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain) Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain) Gunna Gunna got a lil' fame now Ain't no cap in my game (My game) Still'll hit your block, leave a man down Shootin' like I'm shootin' at the range
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