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Sharing Locations
Meek Mill, Lil Durk, Lil Baby
(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?) (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap) I got a lil' bitch from the hood I call her, "Gang," she don't play with that bae shit I be fuckin' this NBA nigga bitch 'Cause she know I ain't ever gon' say shit New contract big like I play ball Lil' boy, I ain't nothin' to play with I told her, "Pull up," she told me she can't Her nigga be sharin' locations Yeah, I was ridin' in the Ghost with the ghost gun Seen you out with your kids so you owe one Had my man in the can while you takin' out the trash He gon' pop with the MAC like, "Don't run" Gave her a pill, they all get high, you ever had a foursome? This too much cash for me to hide, I had to give lil' bro some I'll fuck her raw time to time, I don't show no emotion But when he died he had them racks, he had to make a GoFund I hang with the hitters who train the killers Who send all the niggas on store runs I got me a check and I brought me a 'Cat And I went on the block and did donuts I hang with all the murderers I'm gettin' all the lawyers for the murderers I'm puttin' all my last on the murderers You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers Yeah, Rolls Royce swervin', famous bitch curvin' Seen you out in traffic, you was lookin' nervous Ran it up on accident, they thought it was on purpose I know for a fact I'm blastin' mine, I never get too worried Hunnid racks and hunnids, they like cursive, I been sellin' verses One time, I lied inside of my song, I ain't gonna buy her no Birkin Homicide on my mind when I slide, I ain't tryna see no hearses He ain't even died by the gun, took a fake pill, nigga died off Percs Shawty look perfect (perfect) Pussy was worth it, go get her some purses My diamonds be hittin' like we in a Versuz We stickin' together, this shit in a cursive I'm fuckin' with Durkio I just left the jeweler with Baby, bought two anniversaries We go to Atlanta they Copper and Cove me Bad lil' bitches all over me Way too ranked up, ain't no exposin' (no way) She wanna go to the mall (let's get it) Got up and went to the pop-up in Louis in SoHo and ordered it all I'm in this bitch with The Voice of The Heros These niggas is weirdos, ain't goin' this hard (no way) I'm from the P, that's gang All these niggas know me, I hang with I hang with all the murderers I'm gettin' all the lawyers for the murderers I'm puttin' all my last on the murderers You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers Murderers I hang with all the murderers Murderers
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