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Oh it's hot man
Meek Millys coming

for the walkthrough Im not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, nigga a carpool
Spitting all hot shit, every single bar cool
Diamonds in the face, animated cartoon
Call me Meek Milly I play that shit
Got me on my braids before the Maybach clique
in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shit
And all I rock is Balmain I made that shit
been, front row fashion week
Looking like I'm in the
Sitting in the foreign leather, than a dinner roll
a movie on your bitch, tell her friend to get a role
You thought she was
We laughing she been a ho
up those benzos
Me yo bitch in the friend
She told you I was friendzoned,
I'm in the
Touchdown with a 2 conversion
Give her that dick
She busting like the long
Uber to send bitch home nigga

I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a bitch
Feeling sick I gotta fever
In these philly situations is
Police ain't respecting the and
The youth ain't respecting the and
The 9 on me in the booth and
All I talk is that shit the truth and

The money turned your into a gold digger
The money got me feeling the old Jigga
And Jigga even told me you a cold
They ain't believe me I was
But I showed and I told niggas
I would dispose niggas
Went to buy a pair of
Landed at the dealer
Brand new tag
never made me mad
You get at your baby
I'm than her baby dad
at my neck
What that cost? cash
at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey Dash
We was selling rock Kareem Biggs, Dame and Dash
Oh you think you fly with your lil' dream chasin'
We don't chase bitches, we chase and that [D'ussé]
Cause when you get money, the hoes do you say
Riding in a drop head, Phantom the toupe
And if you're just hearing this, then it's too late

I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a bitch
Feeling I gotta fever bitch
In these streets situations is
Police ain't respecting the and
The youth respecting the truth and
The 9 on me in the coupe and
All I talk is real shit the truth and

Meek
Milly
Get smacked
Come to
see it live and direct
You know it, God