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Meek Mill Feat. 42 Dugg
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Certain shit I don't even say
Certain shit ain't no need to say
Yeah, big chasers, big chasers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Hood nigga, choppa to the jet, shit like GTA
Fly them hoes out, send a caddy, what's the ETA?
Fuckin' on this oiled lightskin bitch, look like Lisa Ray
Niggas say it's up with me, it's stuck with me, shit, either way
Watching all you weirdos on the 'Gram, it ain't no need to say
Who the realest in this shit? I took a stance to lead the way
I don't want no smoke with you, I see you, you 'gon plead your case
'Cause my nigga 'gon go at you
And I'm 'gon tell him, "Bleed the brakes" (brrr)
Yeah, brand new F&N, it ain't no checkin' in
I told thะต promoter
"We can't bring them drums, thะตn we ain't steppin' in"
No rollin' over, we got lawyer money, don't do no questionin'
Magnolia soldier, we gon' make it clap
Shooters like Stephen and we warriors
Comin' down Collins, 'bout to fuck story up
Wake up in Cali, bad bitch, Waldorf Astoria
Fly her to Bali, she ain't trippin', she on the tour with us
Poppin' that pussy, actin' different
She doin' more for us (she actin' different-different)
Big racks, we got that bitch tweakin', yeah
Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah (brrr)
Niggas said it ain't no smoke with me, you better leave it there
'Cause if I see y'all niggas be poppin' out, I put it even there, for real
Ooh (brr-brrrr), I turned shorty up
Sipping on that 1942, I got my .40 tucked
Oh, you got your 42, nigga, I got 40 of 'em
I rock Carties, you can't see my eyes 'cause I be pouring up
RIP my young boy, that's Osama, hit my shawty up
Told me never trust a strippin' bitch 'cause that's what caught him up
Every time you catch me in some shit, it cost like four and up
Caught your homie lackin' at the light, so shit, we tore it up
Feds came and grabbed you 'bout them bricks
That's when he brought me up (yeah, yeah)
(Feds came and grabbed him 'bout them)
(That's when he brought me up)
I been riding with choppas, aces, I'm glad you brought him up
RIP my uncle, free my youngin, bitch we Audi'ed up
I heard you fucked around, I'm fuckin' now, I like to pass shit
I had 60 out of 62, I'm talking bad bitches
I talk cash shit, I like to crash shit
I'm vibin' on fast whips, I might go Lamb' truck
I'm blowing it out if I get jammed up, them niggas ran, what?
Threw his shit back if he ran up, Meek asked, cuz
I make it jump then get it gone, nigga, ask Bud
I got his bitch singing my songs and she half-Blood
I'm half-rapper, whole-trapper, I got bad luck
Turned into Mamba when it's drama, I don't pass much
I post dawg and get cutty, I'ma shack somethin' (yeah)
And every time we double back, my niggas whack somethin' (yeah)
I ain't been selling too much crack, bitch, I got racks comin'
Tell my bitch I love her
And if you catch her cheating, nigga, tell that bitch it's "Fuck her"
Boy in here eating, nigga, I can't wait to up it
Bitch-ass niggas
Free them boys
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