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Paroles de la chanson Milk & Cookies par Haiti Babii

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Come on (Come on)
Shit (Shit), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah

Ever sold drugs out your granny house?
Ever had a shoot out front of yo' mammy crib? (Grrah)
Know where they live because they watch the way you move
I love to play with pistols 'cause I love the way they sound
Must be off crystal if you think I'm finna lose
This bitch just kicked my cup, look like it's piss all on my shoes

Got this bitch all on my dick, she said she love it over here (She love it over here)
Slap the snot out one of you niggas that keep lookin' at my pocket (Fah)
Feeling like the man when I walk through, bands what I talk, boy
Now I'm pulling up in foreign whips and all diff' type shit (Skrrt)
Bitches use to laugh at me, now who got the last laugh? (Haha)
Yeah, now who got the last laugh?

I stayed solid (Solid), street creed solid (Solid)
My bitch solid, Cuban link on my neck solid
My wrist solid (Solid), my gang solid (Solid)
My solid

Forgiatos on my whip solid

I step in this bitch, I'm big flexin' (Flex)
Big Bentley's, big houses, big pendants, this shit bussin'
This that type of shit that strippers play (That strippers play)
This that type of shit they on
This that shit that niggas really won't (They won't)
This that type of shit the hood love (That the hood love)
This that type of shit that make a bad bitch think you really on (Haha)
In the trap eatin' milk and cookies (Phew)
I'm counting money, I'll give you a one-hundred thousand if you send a fifty

I'm talking all this dog shit, you hear me on yo' speakers
Got bitches all on my dizzy, I'm too player, I can't keep 'em
And I like pretty bitches, all my hoes look exotic
And she gotta pretty pussy, but she know I'm pushin' P (I'm pushin', pushin')
Yeah, this that P talk, that P talk, my pockets Crip walk (Yeah)
And every time I hit the club, I got niggas pissed off
Like, who that standing on that couch wit' all them fuckin' chains, nigga? (Ayy, ayy)
Who that throwing all that money wit' all them fucking gang members?

I stayed solid (Solid), street creed solid (Solid)
My bitch solid, Cuban link on my neck solid (Ayy, big Cuban link)
My wrist solid (Solid), my gang solid (Solid, phew, phew, phew)
My solid (Phew, phew)
Forgiatos on my whip solid

I step in this bitch, I'm big flexin' (Flex)
Big Bentley's, big houses, big pendants, this shit bussin' (Phew, phew)
This that type of shit that strippers play (Damn)
This that type of shit they on
This that shit that niggas really won't (They won't)
This that type of shit the hood love (That the hood love)

This that type of shit that make a bad bitch think you really on (Haha)
In the trap eatin' milk and cookies (In the trap)
I'm counting money, I'll give you a one-hundred thousand if you send a fifty (If you send a fifty)

This the type of shit the streets need (Yeah, turn me up, phew, phew)
Hella loud, make the speakers bleed (Phew, phew)
This the type of shit the streets need (Yeah, turn me up)
Hella loud, make the speakers bleed (Come on)
This the type of shit the streets need (Turn me up, phew, phew)
Hella loud, make the speakers bleed (Phew, phew)
This the type of shit the streets need (Turn me up)

Hella loud, make the speakers bleed
Hella loud, make the speakers bleed
Hella loud, make the speakers bleed
(Nayta shit, go)

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