Rich Homie Quan - Milk Marie Lyrics

I can make this one about you? (You know you my baby right)
Huh, you sure?
I'ma call it pink, okay (wait for it)
Hmm, ha, yeah
Nah, I'ma call it Milk Marie
I like that better
For real, ayy
(Rich Gang)

Milk Marie she got a pretty pussy
Call it pink 'cause a nigga fell in love with it, ayy
She got a thang for me, I got a thang for her
Never ever let her get away from me, ayy
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
She don't yield at stop signs, lil' shawty on go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go get it

If I wanna fuck her she gon' always say yes, ayy
Lay her on her back while I'm gripping on her chest
Her ex don't want that no that nigga want this
That nigga extra lame he don't want no conflict
Made two million point five, nigga, I ain't done yet
Stand down to my word if I said it then I meant it
Thugger, my money eight feet tall, two midgets, ayy

Milk Marie she got a pretty pussy
Call it pink 'cause a nigga fell in love with it, ayy
She got a thang for me, I got a thang for her
Never ever let her get away from me, ayy
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
She don't yield at stop signs, lil' shawty on go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go get it

Girl, I want everything that come witcha
Even if you got stretch marks, and even two children
I can't blame you girl (no, no, no, no, no)

Love you for who you are, want you for who you are
Baby girl you a star in my book, ayy
Fuck with you for who you are, fuck with you for where you going
Fuck them lame niggas, yeah, they can look
And my girl got the world shook, earthquake the world
I'm tryna get a nut, just like a squirrel
Can you blame me nigga? Can you blame me nigga?
Can you blame me? (Rich Gang)
Ran off with a nigga pack, told him hit my line
Gave that pussy boy the fax number
No Jim Carrey, Rich Homie act dumber
Got ice on like a nigga livin' in the summer
All my soldiers got me protected like I'm Osama
Campaign made a million profited like I'm Obama
Lactose intolerant I don't drink

Milk Marie she got a pretty pussy
Call it pink 'cause a nigga fell in love with it, ayy
She got a thang for me, I got a thang for her
Never ever let her get away from me, ayy
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
She don't yield at stop signs, lil' shawty on go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go get it

Girl, I want everything that come witcha
Even if you got stretch marks, and even two children (no, no, no, no, no)
I can't blame you girl (Rich Gang)

Yeah, hahaha, ayy, you know I fuck with you
Despite of how bad of an attitude I be having at times
I do it 'cause I love you shawty, you should know that
This shit go back like four flat
For real, for real, I ain't talking for my health (Rich Gang)
I love your smile, everything about you
Quan