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LYRICFLUENTRichard Millie Plain Lyrics by Gunna Gunna
Below, you will find the lyrics for Richard Millie Plain by Gunna.
Playmakers
Run that back, Turbo
Did the dash and I blowed the brains
Countin' cash on a private plane
Couple M's off the sound exchange
Richard Millie, no time to explain
Richard Millie plain
Maybach with the woodgrain
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain
Gunna Gunna got a lil' fame now
Ain't no cap in my game
Still'll hit your block, leave a man down
Shootin' like I'm shootin' at the range
Quick, I can let it bang
Rich nigga, I let her keep the chains
Fake love, I don't care to really hang
You a dub and I know you full of shame
Speed it up, know they want to take the lane
take a school bus, board the plane
Did it first, heard they tried to call it lame
Now these niggas lookin' like the same
Whoever tryna steal my style, dawg
Floor outfit, I had to change
Tempt me, I'ma go AWOL
People gon' think I'm insane
I'ma skeet skeet in her face, awh
Fell in love with her brain
Pull the skrrt skrrt on a hater
All you niggas saw was my chain
Kiss my ring
Pretty bitch swallowed a bean
Then she gon' swallow my thing
Lot of ass in the Philipp Plein jeans
Gotta ask? Yeah, I still sip lean
Swag, bitch, you know what I mean
Got the cash like the money machine
Black Pradas and the bottom all green
Did the dash and I blowed the brains
Countin' cash on a private plane
Couple M's off the sound exchange
Richard Millie, no time to explain
Richard Millie plain
Maybach with the woodgrain
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain
Gunna Gunna got a lil' fame now
Ain't no cap in my game
Still'll hit your block, leave a man down
Shootin' like I'm shootin' at the range
Extended kick, I love pointers
Shopping spree, spend me a quarter
Wishing well, I got water
You a speck, I'm a little smarter
That's your bitch, then you gotta spoil her
Tote bananas like it came with a spoiler
See you on the camera, I'ma kill your daughter
Niggas know we have to still drippin' harder
Chromeheart crossin' my collar
All the heels got red on the bottom
Don't compare, you are not in my column
Don't fall, we ain't nowhere near Autumn
I'm a man, I'ma solve my problems, awh
Told my family I got 'em
He was talkin' that mouth, he ain't 'bout it at all
Now they don't know who shot him
Love Atlanta
Too much mud in my Fanta
Gunna pulled up in a Phantom
Seats same color banana
C's all on the bandanna
Please don't correct my grammar
Please don't argue, got candles
Achieve, I have my standards
Did the dash and I blowed the brains
Countin' cash on a private plane
Couple M's off the sound exchange
Richard Millie, no time to explain
Richard Millie plain
Maybach with the woodgrain
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain
Gunna Gunna got a lil' fame now
Ain't no cap in my game
Still'll hit your block, leave a man down
Shootin' like I'm shootin' at the range
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