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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 blow me nintendo
black panamera me & maggo litto
switching lanes in that thang 5 percet on the
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 running up in your bitch
i said my on the fitted money in the limit
real every day, startin to the finish
you should hear rarri when i'm starting up the engine
sounding like a lion barking all up in it
a dollar every second, thousands on an hour
20 every day, i'm getting money in the
i was never 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 with ricky
i'm to it, you niggers losin shit, i'm a boss
i took a loss, i was out in vegas
me and gucci shooting at the table
when i was broke, i used to 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 up the triple beans
breakin off the birdie, money it was dirty
and hammers was filthy cause niggers was trying to kill me
and word to osama though, fuck a bitch then (?)
niggers in they rap when no drama though
leaning off the prometh sipping at your mama
your bus down, call the perfect timing though
tell my jeweler freeze me, to change the climate hoe
bottom of the mountain & meek milly got the on
your chick my chick, my your chick,
my swag fly shit, your swag,
nigger you a weirdo, no forfeit
all these fuckin bricks i'm thinkin we gonn a forklift
on your stereo, i don't think they hear me though
catch me in the hood, i'll be around it like a 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 label i'm a serial
killer plus i'm this is scarier than thriller
in the villa countin scrilla with shawty she
far as work i make that fuckin butter-fly like
and my flow be on other shit
hotter than a get
i got his girl's number
he need another bitch
make her fuck my other then put her on a punishment
she said she's n love with me and she know my government
ha, shawty where 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 em back
wear it to your funeral be stuntin while viewin you
mama over she like what the hell they did to you?
full of hollow heads make me put a few in you
yeah i will ruin you. haa