D'Mil - Mila Baby Lyrics

Freak another mild when you get stressed out
Yeah
Huh
Hold on
Hold on
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Hold on
Hold on
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I want to win
Let me know if you all in
I played this track for young Chimmy he told me this shit was a 10 out of 10
White people call him his government I call him Chimmy that nigga's my twin
I use the money God bless me with try to make double I use it for sin
And I wonder why shit always happened to me
Niggas ain't talking about pressin I'm ready to die and they know I keep ratchets with me
Bitches stay talking about money you can't feed my son well you is a non-factor to me
2014 My pops tried to warn me that all of my crimes was gone catch up to me
Had a gut feeling I knew I was lying when I told him that shit would not happen to me
And it definitely did happen
How is that seven years straight you not getting no mail you not getting no package
I am not making a joke when they bring up my record I ask them who asking
Make sure that all of you haters stock up on your water you need for the rapture
I done did shit with some niggas we left all them white people so flabbergasted
If I go cross me in line nigga do what you do I ain't looking for passes
Copped me a beat from Young Kappa he say that it's heat and I knew he ain't capping
So many niggas that's hating ahead of me somebody pleases pass me aspirin
My cousin of local assassin
And truly that shit saddening
But I never been a maggot
Never been a bird neither
Never really fed the birds
But I'm up before the birds
And that shit corny
That shit lame
That shit wack
That's some hoe ass shit
I'ma say that shit for the birds
In my Skilla Baby voice
Huh
I wanna win
Let me know if you all in
I play this track for Young Chimmy he told me this shit was a 10 out of 10
White people call him his Government I call him Chimmy that nigga's my twin
I use the money God blessed me with try to make double I use it for sin
Bitch I been saying this shit for a minute
Bitch I would die for respect you gon' treat me like I'm winning no matter or not if I'm winning
I just been writing the names of the people who treated me bad when my pocket was empty
Heard you was riding with opps and got shot Man hell na I don't feel bad man you shouldn't have been in it
I could start all of this shit from the beginning
I was the clown who was sleeping in class with my lung filled with gas with my perfect attendance
Niggas would hate on my ass cause my mama couldn't go buy me all of the freshest new linen
Remember my uncle he put me on game when he heard I was riding with bundles of pigeons
Said you look way more suspicious you getting pulled over you riding around all five%-ed
So I ride in a fishbowl
Make sure that I did everything that he say
So he don't have a fit though
I tell him the truth like I'm Abraham Lincoln
But I really don't link though
No Travis Scott but I slide down with JJ
And he really a sicko
No lying my nigga I seen his ass shoot
And he really don't miss though
Knew that that nigga was crazy he took out his mag and he flipped on the bimbo
But enough of that nigga it's right back to me
Man I heard of the shit show
They told you you catch me they gassing you up
You won't catch me a Citgo
I tell you these tales of the dark side you thinking I'm lying you really delusional
Imagine you pass by a cruiser while cruising the city you ending up losing them
Imagine a nigga in jail with a seven inch blade he ain't got no food in him
Oh really tough guy well you know what you doing well please tell me what you gonna do with him
I assume that you know what you're doing