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camouflage money - b-movie millionaires lyrics

[verse 1 – lee scott]
b*tch i’m sp*ced in your face but i’m miles away
must have slipped, took a trip, lost time, found a day
yey, acting mute unless there’s something foul to say
tryna find a hypodermic needle in a pile of hay
making sh*t happen whilst you stand around a play
what the f*ck you on about? get your wallets out and pay cause
i don’t wanna end up bagging grams of beak lad
i’d rather sag and rap to eat sack
your responsibility’s smoke the bud before it has a chance to steep
dab the handkerchief in the chloroform now i’m fast asleep
after counting sheep for about a week

[hook – lee scott]
that’s why i’m standing in your face but i’m miles away
i’m only next door but i’m miles away
i came home for dinner but i’m miles away, miles away, miles away
i hear ya talking but i’m miles away
i’m walking with ya but i’m miles away
i’m right here but i’m miles away, miles away, miles away

[bridge – black josh]
my ex is calling, these snitches talking and all i got is my d*ck
my pockets empty, my leccies gone, i can’t think about all this sh*t
i can’t think about all this sh*t, nar i can’t think about all this sh*t
my pockets empty, my leccies gone, i can’t think about all this sh*t

[verse 2 – black josh]
rolling j’s outside the shop with silent bob after signing on
that ghetto fabulous life you want
that scally with the trackies and the nikes on
that give a f*ck about the system life, that too much drugs in the system type
i’m a ringleader and i whip it right, whip it right, whip it right
on the block like marky mark, i’m a f*cking manc and i party hard
i popped a pill and she popped her bra, i’m just playing the field like the longest yard
i’m too cool like too hotty, these goons think they’re the new bobby
you caught a slap, you ain’t caught a body
you’re tony montana, i’m in school with a shotty
they put you on a pedestal and gonna take you off properly
ya say you’re making money and i want a piece of your profit
i’m picking your pocket and nicking your wallet, your ciggies and chronic
see your five pounds down before i make change

- b movie millionaires lyrics

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