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Amil Y'all Dead Wrong Here are the song lyrics for Y'all Dead Wrong by Amil. For more excellent Amil lyrics, run a search! Typed by: HotstarAML@aol.com [Verse 1] Amil outlaw fly indeed Got every chic's man eyeing me Think you could crush this try and see Its the major coin i-n-c And am too hot to just be warm I start fire alarms from dusk to dawn Catch me with the diamond clusters on And Gucci feathered sandals with the mustard thong Model Mommy The body like a cola bottle mommy Mulatto up in the galoino mommy One in a Amiliyon killin' em Might have to change my name to billioyn Voice so ill you'll wanna speak my shit Joints so hot you'll wanna leak my shit Plus haters sneak peek my shit But still I be the only one to freak this shit [Chorus] Y'all dead wrong If you think you fuckin' wit this And you'll know That y'all got nothing on this Y'all want that or you want something like this Those who hate Yeah y'all just fronting on this [Verse 2] Why chicks don't wanna rap on the same song as me You need a verse ma, its on me See all this publishing belong to me Just imagine how the second album gonna be Non-stop party hopping Roc roc rocs and keep on rocking Everything I spit be popping Anything Amiliyon want she copping (Whoop Whoop) Ain't nothing change And I play more ballers then them rucker games Light gray studs, ring, watch, plus the chain Will I ever be broke what's my name? Have you ever seen a chick like this? Ever heard one spit like this? I dead 'em all put my word on that All money is legal and I murder tracks Chorus [Verse 3] Cute as a button Can't tell this bitch nothin' Ghetto fab whole click bubbling Diana Ross the boss of the rock Shit you know me I got to floss at the spot Wit a dime as nigga who be tossing knots Every bitch hating cuz I'm scalding hot It can't be because I got begets on Cause niggas love this bitch even with seats on I'm the A-m-i-l-liyon Strictly be on that shit major coins be on I got joints making competition wanna drop dead I got joints making you bop your head I got joints that will have your eyes blood shot red Fuck the doe I want my props instead Stay real with it Might pack stell wit it You can hate but you still gotta deal wit it Chorus(3x)
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