uhhmeek milly (yeah, yeah)philly in this bitch (yeah)yeahLeggo, uhthey ain't fucking with me, new orleans N-Oold school bitch i let her blow me like nintendoblack panamera me & maggo getting littoswitching lanes in that thang 5 percet on the windowi got 20 on my pocket, 30 on wrist, 50 on my neck keep it 100 in this bitchhey listen we don't do no talking, i'm just running up in your shitand i was never in the walking, i'm just running up in your bitchi said my swagger on the fitted money in the limitreal nigga every day, startin to the finishyou should hear this rarri when i'm starting up the enginesounding like a motherfucker lion barking all up in itmake a dollar every second, thousands on an hour20 every day, i'm getting money in the poweri was told never let the youngest get the powderbut now these niggers slipping like they fucking in the shower, pausei really do this, i'm 62'n with ricky rossi'm getting to it, you niggers losin shit, i'm a bossyeah i took a loss, i was out in vegasme and gucci pouchie shooting at the tablewhen i was broke, i used to have a dreambefore i had a dream best believe i had them fiendssteady blowing up my celly, trying to get it any meansnigga smootchie in the kitchen working up the triple beansbreakin ounces off the birdie, money it was dirtyand hammers they was filthy cause niggers was trying to kill meand that's word to osama though, fuck a bitch then (?)niggers in they diss rap when no drama thoughleaning off the prometh sipping at your mama thoughrollie your bus down, call the perfect timing thoughtell my jeweler freeze me, just to change the climate hoebottom of the mountain & meek milly got the climate onyour chick my chick, my chick your chick,my swag fly shit, your swag, norbitnigger you a weirdo, no match forfeitall these fuckin bricks i'm thinkin we gonn need a forkliftcoolest on your stereo, i don't think they hear me thoughcatch me in the hood, i'll be around it like a merri goused to sell them little o's i ain't talking cheerio'si'm talking about them golden grams and i don't mean no cerealmurder on your record label nigger i'm a serialkiller plus i'm realer this is scarier than thrillerin the villa countin scrilla with shawty she vanillafar as work i make that fuckin butter-fly like catepillarsand my flow be on some other shithotter than a oven geti just got his girl's numberhe gonna need another bitchmake her fuck my other bitch then put her on a punishmentshe said she's n love with me and she don't know my governmentha, shawty tripping where your luggage atbroke niggas never see me cause i'm where the money atall i know is hustle hard like i got a hundred packnigga get my jewels i'ma kill em i dont want em backwear it to your funeral be stuntin while they viewin youmama lookin over she like what the hell they did to you?clip full of hollow heads make me put a few in youyeah nigga i will ruin you. haa
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