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