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meek (yeah, yeah)
in this bitch (yeah)

Leggo, uh

they ain't with me, new orleans N-O
old school bitch i let her me like nintendo
black 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 bitch
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 up in your bitch
i my swagger on the fitted money in the limit
real nigga day, startin to the finish
you should hear rarri when i'm starting up the engine
sounding like a motherfucker barking all up in it
make a every second, thousands on an hour
20 every day, i'm getting in the power
i was told never let the get the powder
but now these niggers slipping like fucking in the shower, pause
i really do this, i'm with ricky ross
i'm getting to it, you losin shit, i'm a boss
i took a loss, i was out in vegas
me and gucci shooting at the table
i was broke, i used to have a dream
before i had a dream believe i had them fiends
steady up my celly, trying to get it any means
nigga smootchie in the working up the triple beans
breakin ounces off the birdie, it was dirty
and hammers they was filthy cause niggers was trying to me
and that's word to osama though, fuck a then (?)
niggers in they diss rap when no drama
leaning off the sipping at your mama though
rollie your bus down, call the perfect though
tell my jeweler freeze me, to change the climate hoe
bottom of the mountain & meek got the climate on
your chick my chick, my chick chick,
my swag fly shit, your swag,
nigger you a weirdo, no match
all these fuckin bricks i'm thinkin we gonn a forklift
coolest on your stereo, i think they hear me though
catch me in the hood, be around it like a merri go
used to sell little o's i ain't talking cheerio's
i'm about them golden grams and i don't mean no cereal
murder on record label nigger i'm a serial
killer plus i'm realer this is scarier thriller
in the countin scrilla with shawty she vanilla
far as work i make that butter-fly like catepillars
and my flow be on other shit
hotter than a get
i just got his number
he need another bitch
her fuck my other bitch then put her on a punishment
she said she's n love with me and she know my government
ha, shawty tripping your luggage at
broke niggas never see me cause i'm where the at
all i know is hustle hard like i got a pack
nigga get my jewels i'ma kill em i dont want em
wear it to your funeral be stuntin while viewin you
mama lookin over she what the hell they did to you?
clip full of heads make me put a few in you
nigga i will ruin you. haa