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northside southside - meek mill lyrics

[intro: meek mill]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah (shoot through your car door, shoutout to cardo)
yeah, yeah
yeah

[verse 1: meek mill]
yeah, look on the ‘net and they talkin’ ’bout bannin’ me
just left the dealer, i told him to phantom me
i cannot be with no n*ggas that’s fans of me
no kizzy
i don’t know why these lil’ n*ggas be playing with me
murder for murder, they ain’t understanding me
take one of mine, that sh*t end with your family
perkies, thirties, young n*ggas shooting like currys
walking in the club, no searching
whack him for a check, yeah, surfin’
spinning, sinning
sinning, winning
i know the way that we living that wе probably going to h*ll any minute
he nеver been on a mission, i see in his eyes, i can tell if he b*tching
treat him like trey, get out the car, i know they gon’ tell if he did it
my got them tickies for selling them brickies, but he ain’t made the cell in a minute
n*ggas been busting them u*eys, i’ll never forget it, i ain’t take a l in a minute
you a b*tch, he a rat, he a fraud, on the ‘gram like he was that
baby mama, she a groupie, in the lamb’, swerving with me eating gat
big dog, real boss, make a call, n*gga, you will be a pack
cut a check, real n*gga, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
capping
i know you n*ggas be capping
i hit the switch on you, tapping
two type of n*ggas, the n*ggas that watch and the n*ggas that go make it happen
i don’t look up to no rappers
i ain’t been talking no trapping
i’ve been investing, just chose up a check, it’s ten million, and that was on test
woo, i’m just turning up
when it’s beef, sh*t, i can’t sleep, that sh*t be burning me up
front of louis v, right on rodeo, i pull up and dawn on the truck
what’s a hundred to me? give that sh*t to my homie and tell him go run that sh*t up
n*ggas can’t f*ck with the gang
big fn on me hang
[chorus: meek mill]
yeah, northside, southside sh*t
n*gga, i ain’t tripping out ’bout no b*tch
i make the maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my d*ck
n*ggas want internet clout, tell ’em spin on his house, i don’t really wanna talk ’bout sh*t
yeah, northside, southside sh*t
yeah, northside, southside sh*t

[verse 2: giggs]
my n*ggas got bricks for cheapers, n*ggas got bits and pieces (yeah)
n*ggas just showing their weakness, man, they just quit, the weakest (yeah)
never no problem sleeping, hollow just squish them leeches
yeah, make it a scary movie, p*ssy, get trick or treated
don’t know what’s up in it, he doesn’t know, hollowman’s tapping it
yeah, upping them out and they b*tch on my left, how did he pattern it?
yeah, n0body’s clapping it
i put my back in it
yeah, i got the strap, parked up, wrapping the rag on it
yeah, southside sh*t
n*ggas all working outside shifts
n*ggas get melt with drive*by clips
you never gon’ work them muay thai kicks
yeah, bounce that b*tch
p*ssy smells like fish
h got them sheek, styles like kiss
yeah, who’s to be tested?
h, truth to be destined
yeah, man get run over, vroom*vroom, who’s the pedestrian?
yeah, just got a new strap, boom*boom, shoot it for testing
yeah, f*ck the domestics, man just move to a next ting
[chorus: meek mill]
northside, southside sh*t
n*gga, i ain’t tripping out ’bout no b*tch
i make the maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my d*ck
n*ggas want internet clout, tell ’em spin on his house, i don’t really wanna talk ’bout sh*t
yeah, northside, southside sh*t
yeah, northside, southside sh*t

- meek mill lyrics

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