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b boy - meek mill lyrics

[verse 1: meek mill]
all that -ss, lord have mercy
all that champagne, these b-tches thirsty
verserchy, no hold up, i meant versace
i prolly pull up roberto over cavalli
puffin’ on cali, prolly out in the valley
sippin’ on something drowsey
b-tches twerkin’ like miley
twerk, twerk for a real n-gg- sellin’ work
promise i won’t tell a word
i been on that trill sh-t, way back
north philly n-gg-, but i’m laid back
get shot in your head drivin’ your maybach
homie the clown know i don’t play that
sippin’ dirty, riding dirty, i say hi to thirty
call your dog, i call my dawg and he’ll buy a birdy
try to school me, i’m getting out here early
dope dealer, puma life, back of this soccer jersey
mink draggin’, tell peta i’m swaggin
all these karats like i’m tryna lure in a rabbit
just to put it, on my jacket
what you doin? i’m doin’ fashion

[verse 2: big sean]
okay, i walk with a limp and i talk with a slur
i might wear every single chain and mix it up with my fur
i might get every single drink and mix it up til i blur
i tell the b-tch get on my lap, but don’t you get on my nerves
i need that bag full of green like i lawnmow it
john doe and all sean doe it
and i keep it g, yeah, i ground floor it
and i’m pound blowin’
if her p-ssy good then i might one, two, three, round four it
got her down for it
yeah, n-gg- overthink, never under stress
yeah, i understand, your girl over, i’m so unimpressed
yeah, and she tryna f-ck me raw, unprotect
but if i don’t have that rubber on it i feel under dressed
yeah, and i got money bags under my eyes, ho, cause i ain’t sleep
they all goyard too cause i ain’t cheap
finally famous, aura gold is my i-n-c
and i put everything in motion like i-n-g
and when we flyin’ private you could bring the gun on with us
i got this freak to 3rd base, she tryna run home with us
and i got comma on comma on comma on comma… on comma
and i ain’t talking about no run on sentence
yeah, n-gg- hot headed so i need that chings chili
put my p up on her head like that b-tch is reppin’ philly
and i wheelie in that p-ssy like my n-gg- meek milly
on my way to meet millis
lawyer drafting up the deep deep dealies
i got rich decided that ain’t rich enough
when i did it big, b-tch, i decided that ain’t big enough
dead pres, who you diggin up?
who that n-gg- that you hating on, but just can’t get enough?
f-ck, the jig is up, little b-tch

[verse 3: a$ap ferg]
i’m like madoff when i made off, scheming on n-gg-s’ payoff
i never take a day off, your stash is short like adolf, hitler
you should lay up on the gangsta talk cause you’re fake, dog
you never pushed no yay, dawg, ain’t see no keys like ray charles
me and meek in the maybach, we get wale and take off
we got your b-tch in a big house, she walk in hype like “hey, ross”
get money, dreamchasers, we ballin’ hard like the lakers
you ballin’? nah, you a faker, you prolly catchin’ a fader
i’m at your house on the hill, i f-cked your girl and your neighbor
you thinkin’ khloe don’t know me, i’m in the car dashin’ haters
i’m in the kardashian, get it? i’m lyin’, can’t i pretend?
they say fake it ’til you make it, well, let the fakin’ begin
i got a b-tch with fake t-tties, fake -ss, she all in the benz
them t-tties’ll prolly fall like a ball when she bends
my n-gg-s from harlem and philly all get it in
your b-tch come around and we f-ckin’ her and her friends
get money, dreamchasers, we ballin’ hard like the lakers
you ballin’? nah you a faker, you prolly catchin’ a fader
come get with the dreamchasers, we ballin’ hard like the lakers
you ballin’? nah you a faker, you prolly catchin’ a fader
i’m at your house on the hill, i f-cked your girl and your neighbor
i’m at your house on the hill, i f-cked your girl and your neighbor
i’m at your house on the hill, i f-cked your girl and your neighbor
i’m at your house on the hill, i f-cked your girl and your neighbor

[outro: meek mill]
what she do? she, just, put heart eyes under my pic n-gg-
that’s my b-tch n-gg-
bought her a first cl-ss ticket to put the d-ck in her

- meek mill lyrics

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