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Meg The Stallion
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Veeze
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Adlib Ayy Weigh it up, break it down F**k the plug, take him down Slime sittin' down in that?town,?he'll spin ya?round I been gettin' dressed every day,?I heard they stakin' out (I heard they lookin') At least I got good flicks if they shake us down (B*t*h) I'ma be fresh as hell if the feds watchin' We be in them streets, like a geek, we want every problem I just spilled some lean on my sneaks, now they red bottoms I ain't f**kin' n***as hoes, I get the head out 'em (Get the head off them b*t*hes) Yeah, I ain't no G, I ain't no crip, I ain't no blood, I'm f**kin' wit' 'em, sellin' drugs though Yeah, I'm from the east, on the six to be exact but on the west, they show me love though (Baow) Gang, we gone shoot some' (B*t*h) Bought a thousand oranges, get my hoop on (Get my hoop on) Open up that Drakey, let it loose on 'em (Baow, baow, baow) Ayy, gold Sky Dweller like a crouton (Woo) I keep sellin' n***as cut and they keep comin' back (They do) The type of n***a, if he up, I probably run his strap (He a pu**y) Rose Prezi and this cuban, that's a hunnid racks (This b*t*h dingy) I got bad habits with this ratchet, always double back (I stop records) B*t*h, I'm already rich (Drank God) He ain't comin' forty-one, he got a petty wrist I gotta step on it again, that's how that Fetty hit (Skrrt) I just went to Gary, spent two-hunnid, b*t*h, I'm heavy wit' it (What) Get a bag and buss it down, it's tryna feed the streets (On God) N***a, I was ballin' back when we was GMB (On God) Ayy, crib so big, this b*t*h a BnB (Yeah) Rose Yacht Master, forty-two, b*t*h, like I'm CMG Ayy, f**ked up Barney's 'til they shut the doors on it (For real) Copped a plain, got it sprayed, R.I.P my n***a Soda (Yeah) Cop a bag from L.A., changed the area code on it Glock stuffed with a .50, I'm like, "Show me my opponent" (Baow) New Prezi, pour some drink just so I can spill it on him Bro got Audemars plain but he spent a Benz on it He in the M club, we some bears, you a cub You could throw me in the jungle, I'll come out it minked up (Yeah) Blow money, find a town then we sittin' down (Sittin' down) I'll have my fiend go up top for a quarter ounce This the third time they spinned around, pack it up and bounce Out the way, a hundred-eighty days, you gon' make it out I can spend five thousand, tell the goons, "Gone solve my problems" You was just gettin' allowance, pump yo' breaks, n***a, pay some homage (Haha) We got whatever you coppin', brown squares but it ain't chocolate (Yeah) Don't look for the sh*t I'm rockin', it's hard to find just like Bin Laden (Yeah) Look in my bag, all fiftys, twenties, it look like Cosmo and Wanda When I mix the food, n***a, you can't watch me, this ain't Benihana (Skrrt) If I find out n***a hatin' on gang, f**k his baby mama (Yeah) I told that n***a I'm talkin' pape', he tried to change the topic She said why I'm wearing a bag? The dog sh*t can't even fit in my pocket (Yeah) If rap don't work, I'ma be in the feds, eatin' steak and lobster (Okay) I can take the girl, make it swell, like I switched her diet (Yeah) Look in my cup, b*t*h so thick, look like Meg Thee Stallion (Ugh)
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