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    [Verse 1]
    Amil outlaw fly indeed
    Got every chic's man eyeing me
    Think you could crush this try and see
    Its the major coin i-n-c
    And am too hot to just be warm
    I start fire alarms from dusk to dawn
    Catch me with the diamond clusters on
    And Gucci feathered sandals with the mustard thong
    Model Mommy
    The body like a cola bottle mommy
    Mulatto up in the galoino mommy
    One in a Amiliyon killin' em
    Might have to change my name to billioyn
    Voice so ill you'll wanna speak my shit
    Joints so hot you'll wanna leak my shit
    Plus haters sneak peek my shit
    But still I be the only one to freak this shit

    Y'all dead wrong
    If you think you fuckin' wit this
    And you'll know
    That y'all got nothing on this
    Y'all want that
    or you want something like this
    Those who hate
    Yeah y'all just fronting on this

    [Verse 2]
    Why chicks don't wanna rap on the same song as me
    You need a verse ma, its on me
    See all this publishing belong to me
    Just imagine how the second album gonna be
    Non-stop party hopping
    Roc roc rocs and keep on rocking
    Everything I spit be popping
    Anything Amiliyon want she copping
    (Whoop Whoop) Ain't nothing change
    And I play more ballers then them rucker games
    Light gray studs, ring, watch, plus the chain
    Will I ever be broke what's my name?
    Have you ever seen a chick like this?
    Ever heard one spit like this?
    I dead 'em all put my word on that
    All money is legal and I murder tracks


    [Verse 3]
    Cute as a button
    Can't tell this bitch nothin'
    Ghetto fab whole click bubbling
    Diana Ross the boss of the rock
    Shit  you know me I got to floss at the spot
    Wit a dime as nigga who be tossing knots
    Every bitch hating cuz I'm scalding hot
    It can't be because I got begets on
    Cause niggas love this bitch even with seats on
    I'm the A-m-i-l-liyon
    Strictly be on that shit major coins be on
    I got joints making competition wanna drop dead
    I got joints making you bop your head
    I got joints that will have your eyes blood shot red
    Fuck the doe I want my props instead
    Stay real with it
    Might pack stell wit it
    You can hate but you still gotta deal wit it


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