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

Leggo, uh

they ain't fucking with me, new N-O
old school bitch i let her blow me nintendo
black panamera me & getting litto
switching lanes in that thang 5 percet on the
i got 20 on my pocket, 30 on wrist, 50 on my neck it 100 in this bitch
hey listen we don't do no talking, i'm just running up in shit
and i was never in the walking, i'm just running up in bitch
i said my swagger on the money in the limit
real nigga every day, to the finish
you should 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 never let the get the powder
but now these niggers slipping like they in the shower, pause
i really do this, i'm 62'n ricky ross
i'm getting to it, you losin shit, i'm a boss
yeah i took a loss, i was out in
me and gucci pouchie shooting at the
when i was broke, i used to have a
before i had a dream best believe i had fiends
blowing up my celly, trying 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 no drama though
leaning off the prometh sipping at your mama
rollie your bus down, call the perfect though
my jeweler freeze me, just to change the climate hoe
bottom of the mountain & milly got the climate on
your chick my chick, my chick chick,
my swag fly shit, swag, norbit
nigger you a weirdo, no forfeit
all these bricks 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 it like a merri go
to sell them little o's i ain't talking cheerio's
i'm talking about them golden grams and i mean no cereal
murder on record label nigger i'm a serial
killer i'm realer this is scarier than thriller
in the villa countin scrilla with shawty she
far as i make that fuckin butter-fly like catepillars
and my flow be on some shit
than a oven get
i just got his girl's
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 don't know my
ha, shawty tripping where your at
broke never see me cause i'm where the money at
all i know is hustle hard like i got a hundred
get my jewels i'ma kill em i dont want em back
wear it to your be stuntin while they viewin you
lookin over she like what the hell they did to you?
clip of hollow heads make me put a few in you
yeah i will ruin you. haa