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Meek Mill

Genres: Hip-Hop

Fbh Lyrics - Meek Mill

These niggas don't want it with us, they're pussy 

Philly! 

 

Posted in the trenches, all my chains on 

Probably riding 'lone with your main jawn 

Louboutin kicks ain't got a stain on 'em 

Finger by the head, I call it brainstorming 

She gon' suck me off while I reel the Wraith 

You be in your hood never feeling safe 

Stacking up the money, trying to fill the safe 

I'm never coming home, I catch another case 

Felonies, my niggas got felonies 

We are selling dog food, I'm talking that pedigree 

Had that white girl popping when niggas was selling trees 

And when we were selling trees, those busting like bumblebees 

Oh, never love the hoes, I've been in and out 'em 

If you need the work, know my nigga got it 

Trapped the twenty-eights for the thirty-six 

It's cooking right in front of you like Benihana 

 

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Blowing money fast, blowing money fast 

Blowing money fast, blowing money fast 

Running through the bag, running through the bag 

Blowing money fast, blowing money fast 

 

When you came from nothing, fuck being humble 

Fuck being humble, fuck being humble 

Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I don't wanna rumble 

Fuck being humble, fuck being humble 

 

Fuck being humble when you in the 'Rari 

If I hit your ho, I ain't even sorry 

I threw and I caught it like I'm Dez Bryant 

Chain Roc Nation, all these damn diamonds 

I feel like I'm Michee before he went to jail 

Fucking up Atlanta every time I hit it 

Mixing that Givenchy with the YSL 

Last time I checked, I was that fucking nigga 

Feel evident and we chasing money and never women 

Balling on bitches like Curry and we don't ever miss 'em 

Bust 'em down, fuck 'em good, never kiss 'em 

Tell your baby daddy I said, "Fuck his feelings!" 

 

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Blowing money fast, blowing money fast 

Blowing money fast, blowing money fast 

Running through the bag, running through the bag 

Blowing money fast, blowing money fast 

 

When you came from nothing, fuck being humble 

Fuck being humble, fuck being humble 

Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I don't wanna rumble 

Fuck being humble, fuck being humble 

 

When you came from nothing, fuck being humble 

Fuck being humble, fuck being humble 

Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I don't wanna rumble 

Fuck being humble, fuck being humble 

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