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lirik lagu 918 spyder – milo bank$, chris vella

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[milo bank$]
12 years old i quit on jesus
cos he ducked my questions
just an adolescent in the classroom
tryna learn a lesson
pre*p*b*scent
always got my ass in trouble
constant causing of a wreck
smoke too much
i’m seeing double

feeling like i’m falling backwards
rolling slowly like a tractor
check the strain
the biggest factor
i’m just tryna be the master
of this rap sh*t
spit a verse
like la di da da
you still sound
like lady gaga
with your b*tch
i’m ali baba
doing front flips

i was born in pit of fire
tongue is laced in flame
i came i saw i concquered
crux is what i is
i’ll change the game
language that i speak
is on another level
relax your brain
you can take yourself a seat
near mr f and whats his name
in my spyder
i’ll be cruisin
model 918
super charger
triple turbo
milo bank$
on custom plates
check your fate
i can taste my future
off a china plate
i’m the greatest rapper
off this rock
there ain’t no d*mn debate

i was tryna keep my cool
but now im losing it
people say they’re number one
but haven’t proven it
i’ve been silent in the back
thats what illusion is
good guy records
here to show you what a movement is

[jc.b]
put my feet up
i’m chillin
it’s a beautiful life
we livin
i stack notebooks
up high to the ceiling
get fly
the foreign plug sending packs
can smell em through the sealing
take trips lost up in my feelings (woah)
don’t big bro me
i’m stackin fat cream, mad tony’s
you gettin clapped by hands phony
so when we clasp hands
limited holdings
distanced socially
so this new sh*t
was never new for me
must’ve missed the memo
h*llo etch a sketchem yellow
in a coupe with the roof chopped off
sheesh he’s popped off
beach drunk drinkin straight popov
might have to knock a couple blocks right off

right on
no sing songs negative chorus for a reason
my car be 0*3’in
when my mind faded
colorblind seein cp3’in
vision blurry eyes jaded
no free minutes
on my timetable
spittin in the kitchen
servin fake rappers
on the rhyme table
50 minutes late
i’m just running
on my tempo
getting lit up till it’s late
party only ending
cause i said so (ya heard)
what up

no actually what’s up
are you ok ?

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