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Yo, it's Millie Man
Don't hate on me 'cause I'm your girlfriend's favorite
Why, yeah
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you
I'm clearin' shit up on these verses, haters get nervous
When they see my picture in their girlfriends' purses
I'm confident, not a cocky dude
They talk shit, I'm still makin' moves
I'm leadin' 'em, they in the group
I'm beatin' 'em, they bound to lose
Watch me like a TV
Speechless when you see me
You buy swag, I cop for free
I'm a real deal, you a wannabe
My life is like a movie
Girls all act like groupies
I got my faves, that's all I need
Fuck the world, the world can't fuck me
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you
I'm sharper than the knife I cut my steak with (Steak with)
You soft like fruit, go eat a grape, bitch
You ain't gotta say it 'cause I know that I'm great, bitch
I don't got a job, but you, you work the grave shift
I get high and pay no mind to people talkin' out of line
I ain't lyin', I feel fine, you hate online
I take dimes, I get mine
It's my time, you're minutes late
You see me out, you copy-paste
Swag you're jackin' lames, need to get the fuck out my face
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you
I'm doin' this rap shit 'til I pass shit
My last shit, I surpassed it
I killed it, it's in a casket
These adjectives are drastic
Put 'em in the ground, like six feet down
And if they unaware, they all finna know now
See, this hate that's been poppin' up
It just makes me feel popular
It gets my profit up
I give a fuck if I'm hip-hop enough
Or whatever they talkin' 'bout
It's blocked out, in a whip, top down
With your chick, top down
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew you couldn't just do you