Lyrics:
not
(Doin' ten, now my girl turnin' tricks at the crib)
Bullet take out those eyes, when they in the city Chi'
(Lay it down ASAP or e'rybody gettin
on her car
Tattoos on her arm, Double M diamond charms
Chanel bag on her hip, Hermes bracelets and things
Let her fuck Meek Mill, told her keep chasin'
Niggas steady getting chopped
Losin' they life behind stupid shit
Ain't that a bitch
Niggas, gettin' they wig split
And it's a shame
Killin' has
hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
'Cause all my motherfuckers
Starin'
Yuh, ay
I'ma make a Mill, no Meek
Fuck ya old bitch, watch me repeat
Just like that shit I delete
Look at the sauce on my feet
Uh, ay
Money on me
the ghetto
Without gettin’ pinched by the
Crabs in the barrel, know how
That go, you low key get hated
On when they see you put in
Effort to make it on, like
broke, yeah I had to plot for real, now I got a mill'
Gettin' texts from my ex
I think she knows I'm up next
Yeah, they hate when I flex
It don't
fly i can give it to meek mill to speak
Real to tell him to twist
It back to Tupacolypse, what
In the party with the hustlers and folks
Coming to dress
I be on the go it be hard for me to keep still
Lyin bout ya chicken it don't cost nun to be real
Humble when it come to it, tryna get me a meek mill
air
You can turn blue
Look, accel nigga
trust me you can do it
[Chorus]
You can do it too young blood
You can do it too young love
Just watch what you
and he sided with fake
It's sad to say he surrounded by tape
Don't want no smoke we got more than a vape
He seein stars like inside of a wraith
Right
a phony ate it with passion
I was working long days they was nappin'
I struggled, I was cryin', they was laughin'
Three mill for a deal, oh it ain't
(live fast)
(die young)
Livin' fast now it's all linen rags (Uh)
Hard headed but my top peelin' back
Tinted glass on my '57, nigga wit' a attitude
This is no longer music, it's a celebration homie.
Let's make a toast (toast), to the young don,
And to the gangstas until they post pone,
the time
I'm in the trap with Ty Dolla $ign
Made a mill on a midget
Fake niggas can't kick it
Y'all talking, I live it
All the money, gotta get it
100
don’t think that I can fuckin speak huh (Yeah)
I say what’s up with some knowledge
Because I know that you got it
You want them mills like u was meek huh
the Cartier to Wale
Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover
Told Warner Brothers that the game's over
For me moving forward from here on I need 50
I ain't
all gettin wild fuck around and switch it up ima hit it again
But I kno dat dats neva again
Shit we might do it again
No I can’t do it again
hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
'Cause all my motherfuckers
Starin'
Can she make a pudding well, Charming Billy?
She can make a pudding well, I can tell it by the smell
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her
Sempre no corre igual meek mill
And im feeling dope so nice yeah
Momma
Are we the bad apples momma?
Bad bitch for real
All this money is real
shit I'm killing it
Bitch I'm clowning
Went a couple rounds but Shortie had to throw the towel In
Young nigga sharper than a Couple talons
In the future
Colgate
No deal, keep it real, no fugazi (real)
I got a mill', I put the tats on my face
Have a party at the mansion with twenty acres
You got froze
spare tires
Chopper round shots fired,
Nigga flatlines zip came to it and keep the powder savoral.
Drive bys on dirt bike with Meek Milli O.
Crow rock
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