Tekst:
Miller Dub

fuckin' bullet nigga Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels Write a book full of medicine and generate mills

) I can pin a marajuana nigga, love it like my mama nigga, an if yo sacks ain't actin up, back it up, ain't no dub's like the ones I got, an I'

this fool up on 75th who had a safe and a whole lot of yea Two six-fours and a ragtop sittin on them thangs He said this motherfucker was worth ten mill

I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop It's the mister fo fifth told 'em cookin' coke with baking soda Dub roller, pro smoker, wood

. boy, fuckin' three hoes, Dime, Dime, Dime, Haters back up, Hoes gon' get smacked up, Holla at the club when I get that love, Hit it from the back while I smoke a fat dub

an improperly stored gun the adult owner is criminally liable (Killa) The restrictions are endless [Verse 2] Yo, sell you crack for a dub (Dub), it'

m sowin' nickel bags from out there, right by the black gate, And it's the fire provider til' I get back to mac, Dub sack after the dub sack, my lungs

bread I been dedicatin' ever since I turned head Got the type of style quickly gonna turn heads I been workin', part time hustla Hit you wit a dub feedin

I'ma have to kill, when I come down, I'm comin' blazin' wood wheel Pop another pill, careful, better chill Southside Houston Texas won't you tell me how you feel Make another mill