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flamers 2 freestyle - meek mill lyrics

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[verse 1: meek mill]
i said you be where the lames be i be where it’s popping at
money, cars, clothes, and hoes yea i get a lot of that
haters talkin’ dirty bout’ the kid we ain’t buying
40 oughta clean em up, soak em like a laundromat
b-tches throw the p-ssy trynna f-ck me, where the condom at?
see i’m zeeming trynna keep my s-m-n i ain’t down with that
lil’ b-tches crazy they wanna have my baby
cause bank account ben franklin out maybe
my president is black, my glock is too
ad i probably put a lock on a block near you
i say my n-ggas get the drop, they gone drop air you
i was never scared of what, what you heard fear who?
i can see with clear view you f-ck boys is p-ssy
and i be on my chill but all you gotta do it push me
and my goons be wishin’ for me get a n-gga buried
i just give the word and push yo sh-t back like preliminary
cemetery b-tch you worry f-ck you like the b-tch you married
n-gga you ain’t heard i’m bout word like a dictionary sh-t
you spit is fictionally
i’m so trilla swingin’ through the jungle like gorilla
banana clip peeler
n-ggas sleepin’ on you cause you softer then a pillow
cold p-ssy talkin’ reckless like a k!ller and em this all for the b-tches
hallows for the snitches we don’t play with revolvers
play with choppas with extenders
i’m a boss i tell that ho to drop and get the business

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