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never take an l - the mills lyrics

hook (millz):

i can never take an l
take a trip & make a sale
live your life how you make it you’re talking fibs i know you well
pree the team go & take notes
you’re making money better lay low
oh money money ‘haffi make bro
just got a call from my main doe
(x2)

verse (millz):

i can never take an l
but i could probably take your girl
she fell in love with millzinho
she knows i’m out ‘ere making sales
we attack with no tactics
if i get 3 that’s a hat-trick
my melodies can they hack this
i light beats wid no match stick
imma blow that’s what they’re telling me
my sauce spills like its henessey
n-gg-s hate me coz of jealousy
an enemies not a friend to me
yeah we grind till we’re balling
you know the money’s always calling
out late till the morning
my brudda grind while your yawning
remember them days when p’s were low and i couldn’t get no lunch
back then saw my cash low for the cash flow i was out tryna get these funds
and still i gotta move on point ‘coz snakes in the gr-ss wanna get me touched
long time i ain’t seen my g man it feels like my brodie lives in cunch
make your prof and then flip it
take a loss and then spin it
weigh the odds and don’t jinx it
trap me in a box and i’ll kick it
make your prof and then flip it
take a loss and then spin it
weigh the odds and don’t jinx it
trap me in a box and i’ll kick it

verse (ray niro):

just got a call now i’m active
on the back roads we trap loads
phone burr like an ad-lib
yeah the cats purred when they had this i got tactics
took couple l’s now i’m match fit
you just chat sh-t you ain’t trap fit
my g banked it he can’t get grabbed
we can’t get nabbed we got dank bits
like
you got bagged & you sang quick that looked real bad
me i done spent nights in a real lab tryna press slabs
i don’t chase girls i don’t press slags
got a prestige bean with the best bags
& she’s jet lagged takes h-lla trips
while i move packs on this h-llish strip
got h-lla bits i’m in tottenham
‘nuff man want the packs & we got them
them man trap for yatts we must stop them
i might off them
got off ends beans & i chop them
heard bro got clocked with the rocks ‘dem
he got locked locked up by the cops ‘dem
we’re tryna make sales they ‘warn block them
i might break scales with my stock then

- the mills lyrics

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