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[Tag] Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? [Intro] In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what) And I'm on the block (what, what, what) And I'm on the block (what) In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what) Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what) [Hook] In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Used to sell rerock, running from the cops Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?) Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block Gimme top (top) in my drop-top All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop) All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop) All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop) [Verse] Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags Fucking on yo' bitch, uh, I'm her dad All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash) I'm a soldier, damn, I thought I told you Shootin' like a soldier, like I'm from Magnolia All these, niggas, always, fold Big, bank, never, fold Sippin, Act', fill that shit slowly Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing I'm in London, Young Carti global Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah) Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what) Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah) All of your bitches they loose All of your bitches they loose All of my bitches they rich And they stay rockin' that Rick What, what, huh, what, what, huh Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch Rich, bitch, got a rich clique I'm suckin' on the clit, she suckin' on the dick Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks" Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip And I'm cocky, fuckin' on a thotty She just wanna plot me, bitch can't stop me I'm riding in a Mazi, this ain't even my Mazi Oh, that's not yo' thottie, yo' bitch look like a aunty Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that's filthy [Hook] In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp And I'm on the block And I'm on the block In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Hide in my sock, selling that rerock What, what, what, what, what In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Use to sell rerock, running from the cops Shooting at the opps, you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here? Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!
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