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

Leggo, uh

they ain't fucking me, new orleans N-O
old school bitch i let her blow me like
black panamera me & maggo getting
switching lanes in that 5 percet on the window
i got 20 on my pocket, 30 on wrist, 50 on my keep it 100 in this bitch
hey listen we don't do no talking, i'm just running up in your
and i was in the walking, i'm just running up in your bitch
i said my swagger on the fitted in the limit
real every day, startin to the finish
you hear this rarri when i'm starting up the engine
sounding like a motherfucker lion all up in it
make a dollar every second, thousands on an
20 every day, i'm money in the power
i was told let the youngest get the powder
but now these niggers slipping they fucking in the shower, pause
i really do this, i'm 62'n with ross
i'm getting to it, you niggers losin shit, i'm a
yeah i took a loss, i was out in
me and gucci pouchie at the table
when i was broke, i to have a dream
before i had a dream best believe i had fiends
steady blowing up my celly, to get it any means
nigga smootchie in the kitchen working up the triple
breakin ounces off the birdie, it was dirty
and hammers they was filthy cause was trying to kill me
and that's word to osama though, fuck a then (?)
niggers in they diss rap when no though
leaning off the sipping at your mama though
rollie your bus down, call the perfect timing
tell my jeweler me, just to change the climate hoe
bottom of the & meek milly got the climate on
your my chick, my chick your chick,
my swag fly shit, swag, norbit
you a weirdo, no match forfeit
all these fuckin bricks i'm thinkin we need a forklift
coolest on your stereo, i think they hear me though
me in the hood, i'll be around it like a merri go
used to them 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 record nigger i'm a serial
killer plus i'm this is scarier than thriller
in the countin scrilla with shawty she vanilla
far as work i make that fuckin butter-fly catepillars
and my flow be on other shit
hotter than a get
i got his girl's number
he gonna need bitch
make her fuck my other bitch then put her on a
she said n love with me and she don't know my government
ha, shawty tripping your luggage at
broke niggas 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 your funeral be stuntin while viewin you
mama lookin over she like what the they did to you?
clip of hollow heads make me put a few in you
yeah i will ruin you. haa