Amil

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[Amil] 
I'm making it hard for these little rap chicks to come out 
I'm coppin' whips you in the street with your thumb out 
You wanna battle but when it's time to spit you dumb out 
Singles I've touched been going platinum since the first one out 
I put on seven niggas just to carry me on 
Amilliyon say the hook let'em carry the song 
I be the only bitch on the mic makin' it hot 
With the smoke in the drop in the vacant lot 
Since this bitch been in this game I been takin' spots 
And if you hatin' me, shit you must be hatin' the Roc 
Take it there yeah, I break it down like this 
Ain't a bitch live who can make it sound like this 
Don't make Amilliyon have to pull rank 
Lyrics never on E, I keep a full tank 
Any nigga that I fuck wit got my name in the bank 
Yeah you heard me, he got at least my name in the bank 

Chorus: 2xs 
Everything I spit be raw 
I be like 10lbs of coke and be quick to draw 
And it's pure fuck Miami, it be Ecuador 
For my peeps fuck a foot 
I got they leg in the door 

Yo, let's take it to the whips, bitch five or six 
We could take it to the block flip dimes to bricks 
Take it to the mic see who spit the livest shit 
Who wanna take it to the streets to the nines and clips 
I'm the bitch that won't skate when daddy empty the safe 
Lie on the stand if Jake hem'em up with a case 
Far as this rap shit fuck fame or shine or rhyme 
I don't care who joint drop the same time as min 
Chicks redo albums once they heard my buzz 
Mother fuckers know, I'm a track murderer 
So you could, pop shit bitch run your mouth 
I know niggas that'll get you right in front of your house 
For free and that's just on the strength of me 
If you could touch Amil then you could mention me 
You think Jay wrote this, that's complimenting me 
I'm the best till somebody prove me differently 

Chorus: 

You got beef, let's put it all on the table 
You want the hottest clique on the street 
You know the label 
You want the hottest bitch ever known I' willing and able 
Could y'all broads be story tale like a Eastside fable 
You want me to spit bitch make it payable 
If you lucky if you'll be hearing back within a day or two 
That's just comin from a chick who done paid her dues 
Know I'm the hottest chick from kicks to the gator shoes 
A yo, respect this shield of David piece on the necklace 
Now who wanna take it to some next shit? 
Hey yo I crush all bitches, eat up most niggas 
Teach these rap broads, train gold diggas 
You know I know niggas and you know I hld figures 
We speak but that don't mean my niggas is yo niggas 
We up in your spot strapped with the hoods on 
I am Major Coins and any bitch I put on nigga 

Chorus 


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Language: English

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