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spilled milk - bizzy crook lyrics

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[chorus]
just lost one*point*five mil’, okay, big deal
i pop too much champagne to cry about spilled milk (to cry about spilled milk)
i saw who switched when this sh*t hit the fan and i’ll never forget (and i’ll never forget)
i treated losin’ an m like a slap on the wrist (slap on the wrist)

[verse 1]
they wanna see me go down, but i am not goin’
i am not finished, i’m in the guinness
i’m in position to open the doors for all of my n*ggas
i made the chicken
and by the time that i counted it up, i had already spent it
why would i go back and forth with these n*ggas when i got the wimbledon on playin’ tennis?
funny how they ain’t think that i could make it at all
how am i the one who’s makin’ it all?
young n*gga went from breakin’ the law
to sittin’ with the ones who’s makin’ the law
independent, still no label involved
had politicians up at stadium, dog
i ain’t got sh*t to say to you, dog
i ain’t got sh*t to—, huh
[bridge]
i know who switched when this sh*t hit the fan and i’ll never forget ’em
so many people are dead to me, now let me pour out some liquor
hold up, moment of silence
man, man, f*ck all that sh*t, let me get back to wildin’ (wildin’)

[chorus]
just lost one*point*five mil’, okay, big deal
i pop too much champagne to cry about spilled milk (to cry about spilled milk)
i saw who switched when this sh*t hit the fan and i’ll never forget (and i’ll never forget)
i treated losin’ an m like a slap on the wrist (slap on the wrist)

[verse 2]
‘kay, i signed the lease, it was the least i could do
keepin’ whips for like a season or two
put my mama in a bimmer or two
whole city had to see what i do
had to show ’em i could see this sh*t through
every hater in the city converted
money turned me to a whole ‘nother person
p.o. askin’ me when am i returnin’
island hoppin’ with the top joints
she had missed calls from my favorite rapper
i just had to get the money first
i said f*ck the fame, them n*ggas got that sh*t backwards
it was never ever clout i was after
i got a check and a plaque now
don’t even know how to act now
pray i’m never comin’ back down, it’s good luck
[chorus]
just lost one*point*five mil’, okay, big deal (okay, big deal)
i pop too much champagne to cry about spilled milk (to cry about spilled milk)
i saw who switched when this sh*t hit the fan and i’ll never forget (and i’ll never forget)
i treated losin’ an m like a slap on the wrist (slap on the wrist)

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