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bullet wit ya name - meek mill lyrics

[verse 1: meek mill]
them n-ggas talking reckless i get them gunned down
choppa style goons lurking when the sun down
n-ggas throwing bullets trying to get a touchdown
you catch them like fitzgerald n-gga when that clip spill
i’ve seen n-ggas go upstate with wills
beat their appeal make it home then get k!lled
cause sh-t real n-gga up in philadel
i wet you and leave a hole in your head like k!ller whale
free w-lly and meek milly
he really bout that ask a n-gga vouch that
p-ssy n-gga softer than a pillow top mattress
rappers actors like samuel l. jackson
n-ggas throwing money, they don’t even own a crib yet
and they ain’t send no money to their n-ggas doing the bid yet
you ain’t even buy that playstation for your kids yet
but you making it rain you a f-cking lame

[hook: meek mill]
i got a bullet with ya name on it
catch you slipping sunny day come and rain on it
n-ggas talking that sh-t ’til we slide up on them start sparking that sh-t
you get a concrete pillow in the coffin for your bed
i have n-ggas looking for you like there’s money on your head
i’ma k!ll you when i catch you i’ma k!ll you ya

[verse 2: meek mill]
i hear them p-ssies talking
they talking reckless about me
but when i see them n-ggas i going to catch some wreck a body
i’m talking shots fired, got a man down
coppers walkie talkie, over stand down
shots still shooting choppers still chopping
i ain’t trap in like a year but the block still popping
n-ggas hating on me they don’t got an option
cause i’m shining perfect timing
like a diamond vvs sh-t
n-ggas can’t f-ck with me i’m like their ex b-tch
i’m on that homicide ride or die x sh-t
44 revolver wild wild west sh-t
n-ggas talking reckless now they on my wreck list
death wish bullets hit your front back exit
ya hollow heads just to bobble heads
and if we spot him there then we drop him there

[verse 3: manny wellz]
many many men [?]
but f-ck a vest i keep a tec up on me
f-ck his chest i hit his head hit his face and hit his neck when i squeeze
[?] f-ck it
look we really do this here
we all shooters here
thirty rounds in that four pound ruger ya
come through here like you gon’ talk sh-t out
you won’t be walking out you be walking down
bullets pounding from front to rear
doctors yelling clear and the n-gga flatline
he been dead shots hit his chest came out his backside
we murder and sn-tch guys
take them to their stash spot
search the premises until some money holler jackpot
i’m on my own, thirty shots in the clip of my chrome
i’m on your top little n-ggas is on
i know some real live street n-ggas i can hit on the phone
and get you shot broad day in your dome

- meek mill lyrics

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