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yyyyeeeaaa [06 May 2009|01:23am] (a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli) i'm a millionaire, i'm a young money millionaire tougher than nigerian hair, my criteria compared to your career just isn't fair. i'm a venereal disase like a menstrual bleed through the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind cuz i don't write shit, cuz i ain't got time. cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all might dollar and the all mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper. sister, brother, son, daughter father mothafucker a copper got da maserati dancing, on the bridge pussy poppin? tell the coppers "ha ha ha ha you can't catch him, you can't stop him" i go by them goon rules if you can't beat em then you pop em, you can't man em then you mop em, you cant stand em then you drop em. you drop em cuz we pop em like orville redenbacher. motherfucker i'm ill... a million here, a million there, sicilian bitch wit long hair, wit coke in her derrierre.. like smoke in the thinnest air, i open the lamborghini hopin them crackers see me like, "look at that bastard weezy. he's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin problem." okay you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin? nothin, nothin, you aint scarin nothing. oh some faggot bullshit, call him dennis rodman. call me what you want, bitch, call me on my sidekick. never answer when it's private, damn i hate a shy bitch. dont you hate a shy bitch? yeah i ate a shy bitch.. she aint shy no more, she changed her name to my bitch.. so when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised bitch. it aint trickin if you got it, but you like a bitch with no ass, you aint got shit. motherfucker im ill, not sick. and i'm ok, but my watch sick. yeah my drop sick, my glock stick, am i not thick? i'm it. motherfucker i'm ill. see, they say i'm rapping like B.I.G., jay and tupac. andre 3000, where is erykah badu at? who that? who that said they gon beat lil wayne? my name ain Bic but i keep that flame. now who that wanna do that, boy you know that chew that swallow, and i be the shit now you got loose bowels. i dont owe you like two vowels... but i would like for you to pay me by the hour. and i'd rather be pushin flowers, than to be in the pen sharin showers. tony told us this world was ours, and the bible told us every girl was sour, don't play in her garden, and dont smell her flower. call me mister carter or mister lawnmower. boy i got so many bitches like i'm mike lowery, even gwen stefani say she couldn't doubt me. motherfucker i say like face shit without me, chrome lips pokin out, the coupe look likes its poutin. i do what i do and you do what you can do about it. bitch, i will turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me. don't you compare me cause there aint nobody near me. they don't see me but they hear me, they dont feel me but they fear me. i'm illie, c3.

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