Half-a-mil

Half-a-mil - Vacation songtekst

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[Intro: Half-A-Mill]

Yea, Half-A-Mill, uh huh, east west north south

it's one of 'em days man

just feel like breakin out and shit knawmean?

fuck the ki's, fuck the coke, fuck the hoes

(word son), you gotta take some hoes wit you

(thats true, thats true) knawsayin?

you might end up in Paris and shit

Aruba, Rio, you know that real willy shit



[Verse 1]

Yo they ask me - "how I got so hard"?

I rock wallaby's in stompin yard

Eat Italian food Celasi I gaurd

Drink herb tea sash for realla

Half-A-Milla, take you on rap a Vinci

Be cautious how you spit my rhymes

They might crack your dentures

My rap is ill as the Donald Goines literature

Sinister to menace, far from the minister

In this to win this, swallow some bottle of Guinness down in Venice

Smoke a pound of that spinich, til the ground'll spit it

Walk 'round in lenin, green lizard slitherin

No beginnin or endin, no make believe or pretendin

Dunn I vacate suite and blaze 'em in the street

Executive thug my salary is deep, I carry the heat

Remove the gravity from your feet

You carried or creep, I hang you high and bury you deep

Forever you sleep, I chop the head off for a week

And sail off on a yacht and get lost for several weeks

Batman movie silence that's why I neva speak

Forever is deep



[Chorus x2: Half-A-Mill]

Shit is deep shit is real

Sumetimes I wanna get away

Fly to an Island and chill

Shit is deep shit is real

Sumetimes I wanna put down the steel

And say mothafucka them dollar bills



[Verse 2]

Eatin mangos wit my main hoes

Went from bank rolls to bank loans

Scrapin the globe in a stank rose

Steppin out the shower in a mink robe

Flower like duncan hines

Come for mine and I'm buckin the nines

Sumtimes I wanna leave this life behind

Take a vacation thats right for the mind

Relax my muscle's, relax from the hustle

Miles away from cats that wanna bust you

Miles away from the struggle, thats what it be

Weather like 100 degrees

Pine apple juice under the trees

Purple haze wrapped in the leaves

From massages by them Caribbean Queens, knawmean?

Pretty thug team, clear blue water like I'm Marine

Watchin videos on an 80 inch sub-screen

Touch cream, its like every thug's dream, nuttin in between



[Chorus x2: Half-A-Mill]



[Verse 3]

Sip on don, watchin chicks strip to they thong

Skinny dippin wit the women, cuz my Benjamin's long

Swimmin wit swans, hit my cell won't get no response

Two way me I won't reply, what the fuck ya niggaz want?

I took a vacation from Manhattan, Brooklyn and the Bronx

Got my mind right clear some thoughts

for years holdin for fort, no remorse

No love for you haters, dunn we floss

You know what it cost, smokin opium in the Porsche

Payin cat just to drive you around and open the doors

I was suppose to score like R. Kelly, I can soar

I believe I can fly, without the henny or Lye

Bling like it ain't a thing, wings on the 8-50 eye

Vehicle came, layed back in Rio and things

And I ain't worried 'bout 'em kilos or sceno's that the streets hold

Game is to be sold, not to be told

I'm slippin in wallaby slippers from poverty to pro, yo



[Chorus x2: Half-A-Mill]



Ya heard? yea, uh huh east west north south

Yea, Half-A-Mill-ion, DJ Ali the don
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