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

Leggo, uh

they ain't fucking me, new orleans N-O
old school bitch i let her blow me like
black panamera me & getting 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 bitch
hey listen we don't do no talking, i'm running up in your 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 nigga every day, to the finish
you should hear rarri when i'm starting up the engine
sounding a motherfucker lion barking all up in it
make a dollar every second, on an hour
20 every day, i'm getting in the power
i was told let the youngest get the powder
but now these niggers slipping like they fucking in the shower,
i really do this, i'm 62'n ricky ross
i'm getting to it, you niggers shit, i'm a boss
yeah i took a loss, i was out in
me and gucci pouchie shooting at the
i was broke, i used 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 smootchie in the kitchen up the triple beans
breakin ounces off the birdie, it was dirty
and hammers they was cause niggers was trying to kill me
and that's word to osama though, fuck a bitch (?)
niggers in they diss rap when no though
leaning off the prometh sipping at your mama
rollie your bus down, call the perfect timing
tell my jeweler freeze me, just to change the hoe
bottom of the mountain & milly got the climate on
chick my chick, my chick your chick,
my swag fly shit, swag, norbit
nigger you a weirdo, no forfeit
all these fuckin bricks i'm thinkin we gonn a forklift
coolest on your stereo, i don't think hear me though
catch me in the hood, i'll be it like a merri go
used to sell little o's i ain't talking cheerio's
i'm talking about them grams and i don't mean no cereal
murder on your label nigger i'm a serial
killer plus i'm realer this is scarier thriller
in the villa countin scrilla with shawty she
far as work i make fuckin butter-fly like catepillars
and my flow be on some shit
hotter a oven get
i got his girl's number
he gonna need bitch
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, tripping where your luggage at
broke niggas never see me cause i'm the money at
all i know is hustle hard i got a hundred pack
nigga get my jewels kill em i dont want em back
wear it to your funeral be while they viewin you
mama over she like what the hell they did to you?
clip full of hollow heads me put a few in you
yeah i will ruin you. haa