笨小笨Milli Talk歌词由21 Lil Harold演唱，出自专辑《After The Curse》，下面是《Milli Talk》完整版歌词！
Milli Talk歌词完整版
作词 : Harold Glenn/Mani Khodabakhsh/Jacob Brown/Tyler Sutherland
作曲 : Harold Glenn/Mani Khodabakhsh/Jacob Brown/Tyler Sutherland
[Intro
Uh-huh (Phew)
[Chorus
Say, Lambo' door go up high on you *******
I got money to the sky, who you trickin'?
Never let a ***** punk you out, I'm pimpin'
I gotta get to the guap, to the riches
Milli' talk, I done put it down, I handle business
That's a billi' talk, when I get to the money **** get wicked
A hundred ball can pay for that lil' ass and them lil' *******
*****, I'm H Dog, this jewelry so loud, this **** be hittin'
[Verse 1
She be flexed up, but actin' like she got it, but she don't
I had better, that ***** can't suck no **** when she be drunk
And I got cheddar, I bet a hundred thousand to get him slumpеd
A secret servicе, I ******proof the ride like I was Trump
I'm talkin' 'bout stick talk, leave a nigga down on the curb
What your wrist cost? He flexin' for hoes that put in work
This that brick talk, I spent a twenty-eight up on my bird
Nigga rich now, I sit back, get him whacked and sip this syrup
[Chorus
Say, Lambo' door go up high on you *******
I got money to the sky, who you trickin'?
Never let a ***** punk you out, I'm pimpin'
I gotta get to the guap, to the riches
Milli' talk, I done put it down, I handle business
A billi' talk, when I get to the money **** get wicked
A hundred ball can pay for that lil' ass and them lil' *******
*****, I'm H Dog, this jewelry so loud, this **** be hittin'
[Verse 2
In my Goyard I fit two thousand worth of cash
Johnny a **** boy, he likin' money, need it, want it fast
Swervin' that 'Vette, dog, my youngin ain't got no license, he better not crash
You poppin' Fentanyl, you sittin' 'round broke, we on your ass
Make somethin' shake, dog, you say you got a gun, but you ain't with it
Love to hate, dog, you get away from me and start *****in'
She look great, dog, that ***** stay in Dubai, but I'ma hit it
I can't wait, dog, to stack my money up and start livin'
Rolls truck, four hundred on that *****
Yeah, iced up, know my gang hella rich
Nigga don't like us, tell them *****es die quick
You can't copyright us, so give us all that [?
[Chorus
Say, Lambo' door go up high on you *******
I got money to the sky, who you trickin'?
Never let a ***** punk you out, I'm pimpin'
I gotta get to the guap, to the riches
Milli' talk, I done put it down, I handle business
A billi' talk, when I get to the money **** get wicked
A hundred ball can pay for that lil' ass and them lil' *******
*****, I'm H Dog, this jewelry so loud, this **** be hittin'
