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"for xxl" - meechi band$ lyrics

[intro]
(godlike on the beat!)
aye
shout out all my mensa gang n*ggas man
this for xxl sh*t

[verse]
this for xxl, i’m a freshman
young meechi a freshman, you know i’m up next man
i work with my guys and we don’t need no help man
you know i’m the best man, don’t care ’bout the next man
my hotline keep blinging with offers and b*tches
these b*tches keep hitting my line, they keep texting
young meechi nice and i ball like i’m foster
meechi bands nice, boy i played for the texans
i ball like i’m kobe, rock gold like a laker
i hoop like a pacer, i ball like i’m granger
i ball like gin0bili, flash gray like a raider
i ball like ray rice, b*tch i’ll run for the ravens
i’ll run to the top and won’t stop ’til i made it
i work everyday, man it ain’t no vacations
i just want the guap, man i’m losing my patience
i work everyday, so i know imma make it
keep menis and jaschubs with me, ed & eddy
we just want the fetti, move sl!ck like spaghetti
i write like rosetti, these n*ggas not ready
smoke gas, not no reggie
your hoe give me becky
i’m all ’bout my guap, bands is all for his business
i don’t got no limits, i’m always a winner
i wanna break records, no guinness, yeah
i wanna break records, no guinness, yeah
b*tch i go dumb, i go so super saiyan
young meechi amazing, want features? you paying
i’m sorry for the wait, i’m so lil wayne
i’m not talking ’bout bruce, i rock masks like i’m bane
so make sure you put respect on my name little n*gga
mensa gang really the team little n*gga
sleeping on meechi, you’re tripping, you’re flaking
but i am not flexing, m. bands always caking
i’m the new edition, bob in the flesh
i always got propane, not talking no hess
i play like don maynard played for the jets
i’m harry houdini, now watch the finesse
labels want stars, i’m as bright as it gets
boy i’m the kidd, number 5 for the nets
i smoke like j. smoker, but start for the mets
b*tch it’s young meechi so get it correct
my man is 3h with the hammer
gotta stay up out the slammer, watch how n*ggas slam ya
stomped in your yard like a gamma
rocking bape, we some apes how n*ggas go bananas
n*ggas is fake, they two faced just like miley & hannah
they be wildin’ like nick cannon
boy i’m all that like amanda
i dropped some act up in the fanta, watch how danny phantom
i be caught up in the antics
got the labels going frantic, pictures up in canton
holding these labels for ransom
said tecs’ll have a n*gga dancing like the jackson mansion
315 to the ville, posted on the south side with my n*gga will
catch me outside dr. phil
i ain’t even trying to chill, b*tch just let me k!ll
i don’t want you or your vibe
i be vibing to the tribe, rest in peace to phife
middle finger to the five
boy i’m so 315, my council too divine
don’t call me up for no feature or text
i never get vexed, always calm, cool, collect
tmbs, boy it’s way too complex
mensa gang n*gga, you know it’s a trek

- meechi band lyrics

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