D4DJ (Magnolia)

Bye!

I-i-i-i-i-in In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
(That's a pimp named slickback)
Then I shoot at opp
(That's a pimp named slickback)
And I'm on the block
A- and I'm on the block

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide it in my sock
That's I shoot at opp (Bye!)
(No, no, nigga)
That's I shoot at opp
In New York I Milly Rock, (Bye!) hide it in my sock
That's I shoot at opp (Bye!)
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp

Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
That's I shoot at opp (Bye!)
'Cause I run they block

Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)

Pimp named slickback (Bye!), no,no nigga
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp

All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags (Bye!)
Fucking on yo' bitch, uh, I'm her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I'm a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin' like a soldier, like I'm from Magnolia
Like I'm from Magnolia
Like I'm from Magnolia

Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act', fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I'm in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)

(Pimp named slickback, no, no nigga, Bye!)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
(Pimb named slickback, no, no nigga, Bye!)
And they stay rockin' that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh

(Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch)
I'm suckin' on the clit, she suckin' on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I'm cocky, fuckin' on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can't stop me
I'm riding in a Mazi, this ain't even my Mazi
Oh, that's not yo' thottie, yo' bitch look like a aunty

Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that's filthy

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp



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Writer(s): Josselin Martinez
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