Frozen Milo Velour (Ft. Wintertime)
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[Chorus: Milo Velour]
Wrist cold, link gold, diamonds on frozen
Used to be broke, now my wallet stop folding
Boolin' with my bloods in the bando ballin'
Had to turn my phone off, yo bitch keep callin'
Wrist cold, link gold, diamonds on frozen
Used to be broke, now my wallet stop folding
Boolin' with my bloods, we in the bando ballin'
Had to turn my phone off, yo bitch keep callin'
[Verse 1: Wintertime]
They ask me how I do it, then they try to do it
Boy you just ain't got it, don't be foolish
Smoked up cooling
Word around town young boy got some money, but it changed the ones around me
Fresh show in town, had the whole crowd bouncing
But I'm still the same nigga, came up Orange County
Western Union, still doing numbers but who counting
Stay on my lowkey cause I don't like niggas around me
Smelling like the boof, I think I might have it
Moon walk on the moon I think I'm Mike Jackson
I see through you niggas like some eyeglasses
Fly out, get this money, then I fly back
[Refrain: Milo Velour]
Wrist cold, wrist cold, wrist cold
Wrist cold
Wrist cold, link gold, diamonds on frozen
Used to be broke, now my wallet stop folding
Boolin' with my bloods in the bando ballin'
Had to turn my phone off, yo bitch keep callin'
Wrist cold, link gold, diamonds on frozen
Used to be broke, now my wallet stop folding
Boolin' with my bloods, we in the bando ballin'
Had to turn my phone off, yo bitch keep callin'
[Verse 1: Wintertime]
They ask me how I do it, then they try to do it
Boy you just ain't got it, don't be foolish
Smoked up cooling
Word around town young boy got some money, but it changed the ones around me
Fresh show in town, had the whole crowd bouncing
But I'm still the same nigga, came up Orange County
Western Union, still doing numbers but who counting
Stay on my lowkey cause I don't like niggas around me
Smelling like the boof, I think I might have it
Moon walk on the moon I think I'm Mike Jackson
I see through you niggas like some eyeglasses
Fly out, get this money, then I fly back
[Refrain: Milo Velour]
Wrist cold, wrist cold, wrist cold
Wrist cold
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