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Oh it's hot man
Meek Millys coming

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

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

The money turned your into a gold digger
The money got me like the old Jigga
And Jigga even me you a cold nigga
They ain't believe me I was
But I showed niggas and I told
That I dispose niggas
to buy a pair of sneaks
Landed at the rawest
Brand new tag
Haters made me mad
You get at your momma
I'm than her baby dad
Looking at my
What cost? Hundred-eighty cash
Looking at my bitch, she remind me of a Dash
We was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, and Dash
Oh you think you fly with your lil' dream chasin'
We don't chase bitches, we chase money and that
Cause you get money, the hoes do whatever you say
Riding in a drop head, Phantom with the
And if you're just hearing this, then it's too late

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

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