Tree - Uh Million lyrics

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Tree - Uh Million lyrics

Verse 1: Tree She told me about her start what's in her heart what was her favorites Illinois institute designing art retail art that was her major Tara what we used to call her only her mamma call her tahsin She don't f*** wit no other broads at all but swear that she's not a hater Got all the labels but got table manners Lived there a year but she hate Atlanta Strip for a minute to pay for grandma Her nursery bills it pays got dammit She look a little but like Jada Janet B**** so bad don't pay for nothin And I don't pay for nothin We got alone I'm gone save u something We got it on got a baby coming You f***** with me f***** with me B**** way to pretty to be f***** with me She really is pretty she somethin to see Plus I know ur brothers ur uncles ur peeps We never thought I mean we never fought F***** in Central Park that type of day New York She namaste to bjork IPhone we Neva talk But I ain't Rick Ross and u ain't Aliyah Chorus One in a million One in a million girls Verse 2: Taylor Outlaw One in a million He wants it back in the back of his mind He wanting the feeling Want me to feel him He like Girl, you're a breath of fresh air How you do it to d**h looking fresh as Bellaire When you're up in the spot b****** give you the d**h stare Know you're k**ing them thots How you put em to rest there? Just keep the bullsh** and leave the rest there I've been the best out I guess the rest scared I leave em all floored I guess the rest chaired And he's on all fours His head the best, yeah I need me bout forty million Might sweep the streets I might torch the ceiling Chief the reefer I'm toward the ceiling Can't chief with me you young boys are tripping All my b**hes gone hit the party Pop a pill or pop p**y, probably Off the suits They off kush and molly They all bad I rap good as golly God, I'm godly Ima goddess Let en gobble Get guap regardless I been complacent Ain't been the patientest Been depressed since I started colleges Bent and pressed about press and bloggers I been stressed and I barely started I need a crib Higgs, puck apartments Can't feed em sh** F*** a starving artist I know all the real n***** gone be eating in a minute I don't even wanna speak unless you talking bout a million, one Chorus One in a million One Ina million girl