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Goldenchild - Millers (feat. Izzy & M-Jay) Lyrics



Goldenchild - Millers (feat. Izzy & M-Jay) Lyrics
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I hang with some killers
Some 'my niggas drug dealers
When you from the bottom its no one to hear us
'Less we talk through Securus
Gone do some about it then look in the mirror
What you looking at is what you fearing
We dream about millions so call us the millers
Thinking back on my past give me shivers
I hang with some killers (I hang with some killers)
Some 'my niggas drug dealers
When you from the bottom its no one to hear us (Its no one to hear us)
'Less we talk through Securus
Gone do some about it then look in the mirror (Then look in the mirror)
What you looking at is what you fearing
We dream about millions so call us the millers (So call us the millers)
Thinking back on my past give me shivers
Thinking back on my past like a drop back
Know a killer knock the cap out yo Sox hat
You be serving where you lay, better stop that
You be serving where you lay, better stop that
Don't talk much I be on defense
Ion f*ck with niggas I be on me shit
When its time to pay the price, no we shit
See they always want a slice, not deep dish
Play wit me and my niggas, be in deep shit
Aiming at ya head, get ya teeth hit
Head on a swivel so I gotta peep shit
I ain't never had nothin' can't keep shit
How you expect a child to learn when you don't teach shit
Broken hearted I'm just trynna find the pieces
Young king avoiding all leeches
And we came out the trenches
Niggas hate on me cause my neck froze
And I put my niggas in a Benzo
Big body on some forgiatos
New Richard Mille where the time go
These niggas wanna turn me into pasto
I hang with some killers cause I can't go
Niggas wanna talk on the down low
Make me wanna turn into Rambo
I hang with some killers
Some 'my niggas drug dealers
When you from the bottom its no one to hear us
'Less we talk through Securus
Gone do some about it then look in the mirror
What you looking at is what you fearing
We dream about millions so call us the millers
Thinking back on my past give me shivers
I hang with some killers (I hang with some killers)
Some 'my niggas drug dealers
When you from the bottom its no one to hear us (Its no one to hear us)
'Less we talk through Securus
Gone do some about it then look in the mirror (Then look in the mirror)
What you looking at is what you fearing
We dream about millions so call us the millers (So call us the millers)
Thinking back on my past give me shivers
We wreak so its wrapped in plastic
Bitches stretching they pussy, elastic
Classic, making them classics
I had dreams I was f*cking an actress
I be dunking yo hoe on my mattress
We got dreams to be stars like a asterisk
I got dreams to be stars like I'm Patrick
I f*ck bitches with goals like a hat trick
I f*ck these bitches and make em go crazy
Prolly why she calling me her baby
Money coming on the daily
And I threw that shit like I'm Tom Brady
So much money I'm finna make the bank bust
I don't get along with niggas yeah I can't trust
Fadeaway from yo Dame like I gamed Russ
Niggas always switching sides but we the same us
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I hang with some killers
Some 'my niggas drug dealers
When you from the bottom its no one to hear us
'Less we talk through Securus
Gone do some about it then look in the mirror
What you looking at is what you fearing
We dream about millions so call us the millers
Thinking back on my past give me shivers
I hang with some killers (I hang with some killers)
Some 'my niggas drug dealers
When you from the bottom its no one to hear us (Its no one to hear us)
'Less we talk through Securus
Gone do some about it then look in the mirror (Then look in the mirror)
What you looking at is what you fearing
We dream about millions so call us the millers (So call us the millers)
Thinking back on my past give me shivers
Thinking back on my past like a drop back
Know a killer knock the cap out yo Sox hat
You be serving where you lay, better stop that
You be serving where you lay, better stop that
Don't talk much I be on defense
Ion f*ck with niggas I be on me shit
When its time to pay the price, no we shit
See they always want a slice, not deep dish
Play wit me and my niggas, be in deep shit
Aiming at ya head, get ya teeth hit
Head on a swivel so I gotta peep shit
I ain't never had nothin' can't keep shit
How you expect a child to learn when you don't teach shit
Broken hearted I'm just trynna find the pieces
Young king avoiding all leeches
And we came out the trenches
Niggas hate on me cause my neck froze
And I put my niggas in a Benzo
Big body on some forgiatos
New Richard Mille where the time go
These niggas wanna turn me into pasto
I hang with some killers cause I can't go
Niggas wanna talk on the down low
Make me wanna turn into Rambo
I hang with some killers
Some 'my niggas drug dealers
When you from the bottom its no one to hear us
'Less we talk through Securus
Gone do some about it then look in the mirror
What you looking at is what you fearing
We dream about millions so call us the millers
Thinking back on my past give me shivers
I hang with some killers (I hang with some killers)
Some 'my niggas drug dealers
When you from the bottom its no one to hear us (Its no one to hear us)
'Less we talk through Securus
Gone do some about it then look in the mirror (Then look in the mirror)
What you looking at is what you fearing
We dream about millions so call us the millers (So call us the millers)
Thinking back on my past give me shivers
We wreak so its wrapped in plastic
Bitches stretching they pussy, elastic
Classic, making them classics
I had dreams I was f*cking an actress
I be dunking yo hoe on my mattress
We got dreams to be stars like a asterisk
I got dreams to be stars like I'm Patrick
I f*ck bitches with goals like a hat trick
I f*ck these bitches and make em go crazy
Prolly why she calling me her baby
Money coming on the daily
And I threw that shit like I'm Tom Brady
So much money I'm finna make the bank bust
I don't get along with niggas yeah I can't trust
Fadeaway from yo Dame like I gamed Russ
Niggas always switching sides but we the same us
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Writer: Gideon Coble, Israel Hatchett
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Performed By: Goldenchild
Language: English
Length: 3:20
Written by: Gideon Coble, Israel Hatchett

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