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Meek Mill

Genres: Hip-Hop

B Boy Lyrics - Meek Mill

All that ass, Lord have mercy 

All that champagne, these bitches thirsty 

rchy, no hold up, I meant Versace 

I prolly pull up Roberto over Cavalli 

Puffin' on Cali, prolly out in the valley 

Sippin' on something drowsey 

Bitches twerkin' like Miley 

Twerk, twerk for a real nigga sellin' work 

Promise I won't tell a word 

I been on that trill shit, way back 

North Philly nigga, but I'm laid back 

Get shot in your head drivin' your Maybach 

Homey D Clown know I don't play that 

Sippin' dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to thirty 

Call your dog, I call my dawg and he'll buy a birdy 

Try to school me, I'm getting out here early 

Dope dealer, Puma life, back of this soccer jersey 

Mink draggin', tell PETA I'm swaggin 

All these karats like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit 

Just to put it, on my jacket 

What you doin? Doin' fashion 

 

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Okay, I walk with a limp and I talk with a slur 

I might wear every single chain and mix it up with my fur 

I might get every single drink and mix it up til I blur 

I tell the bitch get on my lap, but don't you get on my nerves 

I need that bag full of green like I lawnmow it 

John Doe and all Sean Doe it 

And I keep it G, yeah, I ground floor it 

And I'm pound blowin' 

If her pussy good then I might one, two, three, round four it 

Got her down for it 

Yeah, nigga overthink, never under stress 

Yeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so unimpressed 

Yeah, and she tryna fuck me raw, unprotect 

But if I don't have that rubber on it I feel under dressed 

Yeah, and I got money bags under my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep 

They all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap 

Finally Famous, Aura Gold is my I-N-C 

And I put everything in motion like I-N-G 

And when we flyin' private you could bring the gun on with us 

I got this freak to 3rd base, she tryna run home with us 

And I got comma on comma on comma on comma... on comma 

And I ain't talking about no run on sentence 

Yeah, nigga hot headed so I need that Chings Chili 

Put my P up on her head like that bitch is reppin' Philly 

And I wheelie in that pussy like my nigga Meek Milly 

On my way to meet millis 

Lawyer drafting up the deep deep dealies 

I got rich decided that ain't rich enough 

When I did it big, bitch, I decided that ain't big enough 

Dead Pres, who you diggin up? 

Who that nigga that you hating on, but just can't get enough? 

Fuck, the jig is up, little bitch 

 

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I'm like Madoff when I made off, scheming on niggas' payoff 

I never take a day off, your stash is short like Adolf, Hitler 

You should lay off on the gangsta talk cause you're fake, dog 

You never pushed no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys like Ray Charles 

Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get Wale and take off 

We got your bitch in a big house, she walk in hype like "Hey, Ross" 

Come get with the dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the Lakers 

You ballin'? Nah, you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader 

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor 

You thinkin' Khloe don't know me, I'm in the car dashin' haters 

I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', can't I pretend? 

They say fake it 'til you make it, well, let the fakin' begin 

I got a bitch with fake titties, fake ass, she all in the Benz 

Them titties'll prolly fall like a ball when she bends 

My niggas from Harlem and Philly all get it in 

Your bitch come around and we fuckin' her and her friends 

Come get with the dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the Lakers 

You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader 

Come get with the dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the Lakers 

You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader 

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor 

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor 

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor 

I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor 

 

What she do? She, just, put heart eyes under my pic nigga 

That's my bitch nigga 

Bought her a first class ticket to put the dick in her 

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