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meek (yeah, yeah)
philly in bitch (yeah)

Leggo, uh

they fucking with me, new orleans N-O
old school bitch i let her blow me like
panamera me & maggo getting litto
switching 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 up in your shit
and i was never in the walking, i'm just running up in your
i said my swagger on the fitted money in the
real nigga day, startin to the finish
you should hear this when i'm starting up the engine
sounding like a motherfucker lion all up in it
make a every second, thousands on an hour
20 day, i'm getting money in the power
i was told never let the youngest get the
but now these niggers like they fucking in the shower, pause
i really do this, i'm 62'n with ross
i'm to it, you niggers losin shit, i'm a boss
yeah i took a loss, i was out in
me and pouchie shooting at the table
i was broke, i used to have a dream
before i had a best believe i had them fiends
blowing up my celly, trying to get it any means
nigga smootchie in the kitchen working up the beans
breakin ounces off the birdie, it was dirty
and hammers they was filthy niggers was trying to kill me
and that's word to though, fuck a bitch then (?)
niggers in they diss rap when no drama
leaning off the prometh sipping at mama though
rollie your bus down, call the perfect timing
tell my jeweler freeze me, just to change the hoe
bottom of the mountain & meek milly got the on
chick my chick, my chick your chick,
my fly shit, your swag, norbit
nigger you a weirdo, no match
all these fuckin i'm thinkin we gonn need a forklift
coolest on your stereo, i don't think they me though
catch me in the hood, i'll be around it a merri go
used to sell them o's i ain't talking cheerio's
i'm talking about them golden grams and i don't mean no
murder on your record nigger i'm a serial
killer plus i'm realer is scarier than thriller
in the countin scrilla with shawty she vanilla
far as work i make fuckin butter-fly like catepillars
and my flow be on other shit
than a oven get
i got his girl's number
he gonna need bitch
make her fuck my other bitch put her on a punishment
she said she's n love with me and she don't know my
ha, shawty tripping your luggage at
broke niggas never see me 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 while they you
mama lookin over she like the hell they did to you?
clip of hollow heads make me put a few in you
yeah nigga i will you. haa