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

Leggo, uh

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