Ill Bill - Billions On My Mind | Текст песни

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• Ill Bill
• Billions On My Mind

I don’t wear the chains I snatch, I bring em to Jack
Albee Square Mall big homie bringing it back
Farragut Road, Uncle Howie heroin habits
No competition these other rappers, they’re all faggots
I keep it hotter than summer in ‘88
Jordon Three’s on my feet right before they drop
Do the right thing, beyond that I’m top ranked
Hard beats hard raps, million dollar contracts
Billions on my mind, man
The kid is prepared, always carry pistols in pairs
I calculate like a digital scale
Kept it fresh even after Non Phixion was stale
Pressed Ferraris like Vince Neil after sniffing the real
Ill Bill be the future, it’s real
Volume two, I’m a goon homie like an ice pick in your ear
My beats lump you up like I hit your face with a brick
You have depth but my rhymes is still making you think
Ill Bill, LCN, this felon is venomous
And get more pussy than Ellen DeGeneres
It’s real intelligent, relevant, degenerate
From Canarsie Cemetery to the Glenwood tenements
Hang with gangs, bang beats, bang with pistols
Anything that I’m involved with bang official
If she want it like that I’mma bang your sister
Run up on the President’s wife and bang the system
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