Wheels Like Hill lyrics - Tech N9ne

I'll's my skill

Tryna build my mills (Why'd ya, Why'd ya, Why'd ya)

Kill my chill

So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)

Wheels like Hill (wheels)

Wheels like HIll (wheels)

Wheels like Hill (dear God)

So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)

Got wheels like Hill on her

Ran so far away now I'm Bill Croner

I appeal to the mill, tryna steal

Want a lot a bills so to get the skrill I'm bout to peel on ya

(Pewm)

Like I got a rocket in my pocket

Doing me wrongs while getting gone is the topic

Stop it, you ain't gotta lie cred

I know the woman wanna be sinning cause of my bread

That's cool, I was the man even at school

Fast shoes yes I been winning before the tattoos

Way before my cash grew, I was dodging the fake

It is not a mistake

If you faulty I gotta skate, wait

I'll's my skill

Tryna build my mills (Why'd ya, Why'd ya, Why'd ya)

Kill my chill

So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)

Wheels like Hill (wheels)

Wheels like HIll (wheels)

Wheels like Hill (dear God)

So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)

Ready set go-o-o

Little work but feeling creds, know-o-o

Everybody see my check grow-o-o

So come a gold digger I'ma get low-o-o-o-o

Speed racer, believe I'ma erase ya

If you a cheese chaser and not a glee maker

Make her pleased is what I feed faker

She take a L to the hell I wouldn't pay ya to be my leave raker

I ain't running cause I'm scared of you honey

Running for happy 'cause you was always aware of new money

And that's cold like blue bunny

So from you I gotta shake

Girl ya traits ain't too great

Too late, I gotta brake, wait

I'll's my skill

Tryna build my mills (Why'd ya, Why'd ya, Why'd ya)

Kill my chill

So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)

Wheels like Hill (wheels)

Wheels like HIll (wheels)

Wheels like Hill (dear God)

So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)

Rock with too few, I blocks a new boo

Specially if she running with a prostitute crew

Gots to lose you 'cause thoughts are boo-boo

Poopoohead, she's a poopy face a cocky poo-poo

If she come and try to get my money

I'ma say the stuff to make her eyes runny

I bet she get nothing but straight lies from me

Wanna get with me 'cause they don't wanna die bummy

I got it and I ain't giving nothing to y'all man

I do the opposite of run the small pace

Seein' nothing but dirt spunned in y'all face

Got it but I ain't even begun to ball, wait

I'll's my skill

Tryna build my mills (Why'd ya, Why'd ya, Why'd ya)

Kill my chill

So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)

Wheels like Hill (wheels)

Wheels like HIll (wheels)

Wheels like Hill (dear God)

So I had to get wheels like Hill (Ay)