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meek (yeah, yeah)
philly in this (yeah)

Leggo, uh

they fucking with me, new orleans N-O
old school bitch i let her blow me nintendo
black me & maggo getting litto
switching lanes in that 5 percet on the window
i got 20 on my pocket, 30 on wrist, 50 on my neck it 100 in this bitch
hey listen we do no talking, i'm just running up in your shit
and i was never in the walking, i'm running up in your bitch
i said my swagger on the money in the limit
nigga every day, startin to the finish
you should hear this rarri when i'm up the engine
sounding like a motherfucker barking all up in it
a dollar every second, thousands on an hour
20 day, i'm getting money in the power
i was told let the youngest get the powder
but now these slipping like they fucking in the shower, pause
i really do this, i'm 62'n ricky ross
i'm to it, you niggers losin shit, i'm a boss
i took a loss, i was out in vegas
me and gucci shooting at the table
i was broke, i used to have a dream
before i had a best believe i had them fiends
steady blowing up my celly, to get it any means
nigga smootchie in the working up the triple beans
breakin off the birdie, money it was dirty
and hammers they was cause niggers was trying to kill me
and that's word to though, fuck a bitch then (?)
niggers in they diss rap when no though
leaning off the sipping at your mama though
rollie your bus down, the perfect timing though
tell my jeweler me, just to change the climate hoe
bottom of the & meek milly got the climate on
your chick my chick, my your chick,
my fly shit, your swag, norbit
nigger you a weirdo, no forfeit
all these fuckin bricks i'm we gonn need a forklift
coolest on your stereo, i don't think they hear me
catch me in the hood, i'll be it like a merri go
to sell them little o's i ain't talking cheerio's
i'm about them golden grams and i don't mean no cereal
on your record label nigger i'm a serial
killer plus i'm realer this is scarier than
in the villa countin scrilla with she vanilla
far as work i make that fuckin butter-fly like
and my flow be on some other
hotter a oven get
i got his girl's number
he gonna need another
make her fuck my bitch then put her on a punishment
she said she's n with me and she don't know my government
ha, shawty tripping your luggage at
broke never see me cause i'm where the money at
all i know is hustle hard like i got a pack
nigga get my jewels i'ma em i dont want em back
wear it to your funeral be stuntin they viewin you
mama lookin she like what the hell they did to you?
full of hollow heads make me put a few in you
yeah i will ruin you. haa