Correction Lyrics Meriton by HUSKii

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Smokin weed and drinking up, sh*t im just hanging
Hotel stagg probably think a c**ts slagning
Drug Weighing, pay trip up my allias

Quick to make flip, f**kin baggin up that Taylor Swift
Ain't no player sh*t. I just f**k alot
Pump the stuff a alot, probably done it on your f**kin block
Cop another drop, flip a move and sh*t doesn't stop
Bunch of thots, in and out this b*t*h, like the f**kin broth
At the meriton, it f**kin never ends
Stash spot on level 4, party up on level 10
Getting bent on hen in the spot lifted
God's gift is
What a cants smokin
This is a scene mixing lean hittin green
sh*t between my knees keen zip the jeans the lick could be your dreams
Create a f**kin wish, man I love the biz
Random c**ts and b*t*hes ain't allowed
Shut the door no one allowed its' goin down f**k em all

Rollin kelly and the schwishers weet, No business sweet
We up in the penthouse, were the lifts are secret
A missin P will be sleep, and we almost did the cleaners
It's bitter sweet how we keep hopin these suits on weekends

I ain't hungry, deliveries not from dominos
Ill stick this note in my nose then I'll yell geronimo
I got this bed alone cuzzi cause I ain't wanna hoe
She's only up in these meritons when I give her snow
I always make her use credit cards on the check in though
Been getting go to in the club off the c**ts who tryna get her home
Never giving it up, but she never tell em no
We make and empty out our accounts and get me better clothes
She knows the go these elevators her second home
She's up and down like my mood swings after hella coke
This penthouse still got no charge for my telephone
I'm a rachet just made a plastic bong with a metal cone
We just came back from the stadium had the shellest show
Chilli glow and I filled the sprinter with 20 hoes
Forts cup costs more than most of your rents at home
So many memories in meritons I'll never know

Huskii brother please pass me this f**king J we lit
I'm cuttin up the shunder regardless of whether the pay was split
This ain't for the prophit brother we last a day with it
She's trippin off the chronic she's asking me what the strain it is
We don't do no english my girl we Saudi Arabian
She wants to know the business and ask where half the payment is
I'm bout my bithces, I'm the master of takin risks
So I be round the riches, you don't know half of the pain I'm in
It came from Mykanos, hit the crop, puff the kush
I was playing games with some animals like the jungle book
She poppin this valium because the shunder good
She c*m in the shower and then I rock her world
f**k her for an hour the water flooded the concierge
Give the spliff and the swisher inside my thotys pers
Spendin all my dollars and tryna f**k all the lobby girls
Told her friends come on bender cause the herb is ill
It's Californian we ordered from the terminal
I keep the doobie consume them cause the girls are chill
Tryna get my number cause bud I got is purple still
My green P in a sage and you on your leaner's still
Talakai of his face and he popped a dirty pill
Wombat be all in the back and he got the verbal skill
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