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RIP MILO FLY HIGH BABY BOY prod. Aragoth Visuals by: @zetskandar Lyrics: (milo howls) I ain't never been broke What the fuck I’m sad for Bawling with this money crying paper that my cash flow Valid in the ghetto The beef it never settle Why you tryna meddle pushing P you barely peddle Pussy boy you better get down Walk in now you get out Boutta pull the blick out muhfucker better sit down I don't wanna hear ya bitch out Peele em then I Get Out Way I fuck the game bout to pull my fucking dick out imma Type 2, cold polar steady hold up on the tool Typhoon lil warmer gon shoot up out the roof Markel with the metal they ain’t let me out the room Ain’t tell mane fuck it, you don’t got a clue I’m gon, tote the blade til the Rojo No no get in the trunk of the 4 door Todo get to clapping on ya hoe tho Toto lil dog for the low low Fuck awake imma lay just decay on em Spit the grey let it spray out the flame on em Call me Slay lockdown they ain’t score on me Wit the gang Haunted House that’s a goat army Hoes on me I don’t give fuck cause they don’t know me I got my girl and dat hoe love me Fucking around wit the wrong homie Finna be caught in the- Caught in the wrong homi Whatchu gon do bout it? Sit and take it motherfucker you a blank body Doing better now they all up on my dick again Ain’t a thang got a couple thousand Benjamin’s Take it all, way too easy getting rich again Only problem ain’t a thang to fit my dick up in Aye aye get the fuck off my estate (who you?) Got some acres so it keep me out the way (way way) Aye aye, mane I barely got face (who you?) How the fuck you disappear without a grace? (Aye)
