Milly T - Sayless (feat. Mbzy)

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Milly T BNB Nigga
Listen
Pray I make it outta hell again
Lost Too many friends
To either funerals or sentences
(Miss the guys)
If you my mans
Then why you tucking sauce
On Telegram
I knew that you would tell
Cause you was quick
To run and tell the gram
I’m not a fan of that pussy shit(at all)
I’m quick to tell a nigga suck a dick
You feel a way then get ya grip (go get ya gun nigga)
These niggas funny like they doing skits
And I was loyal from the start
They started acting when them pieces hit
You know the tables
Shit they always gon turn
I used to play the bench in wings
I had to Sit and observe(talk)
When you a man
You gotta know how to earn
It’s just the way of life
I never met a nigga wit money
Who gotta ask his wife (never)
Morals is wrong
They need some guidance
How you mad at us
Because you got the hood indicted (how)
My nigga took a trip
He caught a L he trynna fight it
He Co’d was a rat like I’m sorry bro
I got kids (tsss)
You ain’t affiliated
You gotta keep ya space from me(facts)
I got some niggas hating
And live 300 Ft from me (facts)
They know know I came from nothing
Now I’m cooking got the recipe
They still outside and broke
But I got money when they mention me
(Suck my dick)
We ain’t the same
They burn a bridge and claim
I left them in vain
I try to play the block wit niggas
Now shit ain’t the same (niggas lame)
And I’m ashamed what became of us
He used to sub me on the book
And now he mad that
I don’t even think to hit him up
I got some niggas we forever stuck
Already picked my passengers
To ride inside my Bentley truck
Some killers owe me favors
So I dare a nigga try his luck
Cause now I’m getting money
Got some lawyers for the cover up
I talk to God
He tell me face it
Most these niggas is basic
Now everybody is the plug
Nobody know where they place is

Written by:
Michael Pierce, Treyvon Godfrey

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