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

Leggo, uh

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