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Oh Lord
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Meek Mill
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Yeah, trappin' like the Carter Yeah Double MG, we gon' crush y'all If it's f**k me, then it's f**k y'all n***as, they don't want war Spent a hundred on my Patek, took them cuffs off Totin' automatics, this the sh*t we get a rush off All this rose gold look like duck sauce In the Maybach with a young broad Why the f**k would I give a f**k for We don't lose sleep 'bout a f**k boy Sendin' hits like a drug lord, Pablo Dog food like Rylo If they all move, then they die slow, pronto Mixin' that Gucci, that Louis, that Yves Saint Laurent with that new Milano Feelin' that sh*t that I ride for Pop a wheelie when we see the 5-O Who gon' motivate n***as if I go? Namе one At the clear port, whеre you can't come Eatin' finger lickin' on an G5, breath stank with the A1 When it come to rappers, I don't be with n***as I'm still mobbin' on 'em with my day ones Lil' shawty tried to play the kid but I'm Jay Sean Handle that rod like it's M1, talkin' hot sauce When it pop off with my Glock off And the Wraith here from a pop-star Man, I'm livin' a life n***as would die for This that young n***a talk out the dealership When you killin' sh*t, on some winnin' sh*t At the VMAs with the .30 on me In the front row and we with the sh*t Heard these f**k-n***as had the free smoke When we run into 'em, we gon' kill and sh*t Talkin' really quick, keep the strap on me like a n***a's b*t*h
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