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bombs away - mars milly lyrics

[verse1]
don’t you know i grew up on a dead block
i was right around the corner from a dead shot
head shot for these acting a– n—–
catch em in the hood so deep
g peep, they embedded in the bedrock
guessing all the pain make ya head rock
till your head drop
and you hit rock bottom
and you can’t stop
thinking you’d be better off dead man stop
real n—– don’t die, that’s a deadlock
go and get yea head right
club milly get head like every night
d-mn right
see a n—- balled, get to acting like its head lice
just another young buck, trapped inside the headlights
running through my turf, you gone need a bigger pair of cleats
i’ma dg and my pedigree is heracles
i was deep sleep, sitting lost in a memory
then i woke up still riding on my enemies

[bridge]
what, you n—– don’t remember me
with a feel this real
you should know me by my energy
top tenning then you should’ve mentioned me
then again, i’m just a king tryn make it through the misery
you know, i am the wave that drowned the beach
but i still feel shade, surrounding me
man my n—- why hate, be proud of me
cause i did it when the whole world doubted me

[chorus]
i heard em say, mmoa, aye
d-mn boy do ya thing
ok, ok, bomaye, aye
you know how i bang
away oa,bombs away, aye
blow them boys away
ok, ok, bomaye, aye
d-mn i do my, d-mn i do my thing

[verse 2]
young milly, finna run the whole city
if you don’t f— wit em
p—- n—- tough t-tties
said i been with s—- cause im sick of living s—–
had a warrant for arrest only cost 150
still im dipping through the city, bomb in my lap
pretty young blond in the back
strapped. if a n—- move funny she gon show em where its at
sh-ll gon nagasak a sucka n—-
blow em off the map. real rap
yeah i got em all mad cause a n—- all madden of the snap
might pull up in the porsche 911 matte black
just to let you n—– know that its wrap facts
out here tryn to turn up like some chapstick
only spit crack s—
but my only kryptonite a bad b—-
finna put the p—- in a casket
you can hear her screaming in back that’s an ad-lib
savage came up in the gutter where the trash is
finger on the b-tton
move sudden i’ma mash it
only dream i ever had was to make it mad rich
came up in the clay but i never knew what c-ssius
soft n—- still looking flaccid
see em the street and they still looking backwards
young n—- fresh from the hat trick
and even if you don’t know where im coming from
at least you know i’m back back b—-

[chorus]
i heard em say, mmoa, aye
d-mn boy do ya thing
ok, ok, bomaye, aye
you know how i bang
away oa,bombs away, aye
blow them boys away
ok,ok, bomaye, aye
d-mn i do my, d-mn i do my thing

- mars milly lyrics

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