(feat. Gillie & Oschino)
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[Meek Mill:]
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I said I'm cooler than a fan fresh like it's easter
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Pull up on that bitch and be like Osta Laviestah
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Heser thought that's what they all say geezers
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I just fucked her yesterday homie you can keep
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Her believe her I don't do noffin I 'ma ball I'm a stand
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Up nigga I jump up every time I fall (every time I lost ha)
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I came back like cooked crack got my head up in the
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Game and I ain't never look back (never) I said I'm good
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I'm a hood I wish a nigga would try to take me for a sucker
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He get hit up if be could can't shake up for noffin they
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Be hatin but for what cause I anit even get a deal but
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When I do they be like UHH! Sick ya bitch all up on my
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Dick, cause you a bust, you a flee and I'm a G, I ain't no
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Crip I ain't no blood but I don't benel I don't budge I keep
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That semi by my girl that nigga took me fire up I let that shit
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Blow write em up, I said I ain't got that henley, U know I got
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That good shit Niggas rolling on that dirt they be smokin that
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Reggie Bush Cause they always speak my name but when
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They see me they never look cause they know I keep that
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Flamers hold up that a nova book I said them shooters on deck
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Gooneys over there and that ain't even countin for tuder that I
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Wear, I said they BITCHES, PUSSY, COCHEY over there so
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Many pistol like we shootin for a movie over here
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GILLIE!
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[Gillie:]
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P.A they don't pop, lock, and drop it round here in North Philly
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They stop Cock and pop it put you on your diet bed you wanna
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Lay it diet bus ya head on out that bread that nigga be not dead
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Try it I'm a mother fuckin gangter spank you with that wangser
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Soak you with that toaster you niggas straight chocken pussy ass niggas
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For a hundred I'll soak ya leave ya wife gushey, I'm messin with rookies
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Ma drop top riddin and my flow cock ridin and I'm hangin out that window
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And I won't stop firen until a nigga on the ground and he twitchen I walk up on em
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Look em in his eyes stop bitchen his mama fillin reports da boy he missin these
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Niggas tellin lies they ain't never sold a pigeon, thwey got rto go to BET to se
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How I'm livin just got to NorthPhilly and ask for that boy Gillie they gonna tell you hes a gangster
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I'm a feeno you know I got them Keelo, You know I got that fish if you tryna find nemo
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My glock straight from clemseo, u can be pro u tryna burn meh
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Do Dat Dere
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| Meek Mill |
