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lirik lagu maine musik - blackball

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[intro]
yeah, i’m saying (fifteen, double o)
you gon’ advertise the shot caller
while they won’t advertise all this b~tch ass black balling?

[verse]
record labels afraid of giving meezy that real paper
say he dangerous, still banging, still with aiming giving facials
i wasn’t able but was stable to manifest the creator
but wrote my thoughts down on a paper
glock got dart rounds and a laser
i bathed with the gators, laugh now, cry later, i’ma take one
bm giving me vibes that’s screaming hater from her lace front
i wasn’t at home a month but got that done, and i ain’t your man
what you did? started ducking the bails man for that payment plan
i, late night glock in hand, watch the rearview like a warning man
trying to punch my son, he ran, knowing he too young to understand
why is daddy flashing, and why is mom laughing like he playing?
i’m family orientated, on that nation i protect the brand
me and giannis stand on war field with a dirty cutter
sales coming in and out this b~tch while i drop d~ck and f~ck her
n~gga you don’t know my struggle, you ain’t suffered like i suffered
gang unit tryna bust us, and we still forced to clutch ’em, lord
my dogs on guard like k~9s
miniature drac and a 4~5
go through his face and hit his guys
we finished two at one time
both tennis shoes, i got ’em tied
we stick and move, it’s time to slide
they saw me lose, copped fed time
return with [?]
they gotta see me like its tv, no dc i’m in a knee deep
.223, i put on repeat
sack in the d, i just met diddy
first it was free, they released me, now they see me, how i’m coming?
once i got shackled, i heard laughter, they thought fed time was funny
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
ha, joke on who?
look like the joke on you
i put the smoke on you
i told them to count me in, they counted me out
looked like they lost thought, f~ck, i just lost count
you know the amount, you ain’t never had n~gga, you ain’t having
i was nickel bag, back and back on boof, pass through there back on davins
man meezy scoring average, ain’t average
like what’s up doc? i got carrots
in this big cuban i’m wearing
they doing what? we ain’t caring
i can feel them n~ggas staring when my back turned
meezy pull up spider, the mclaren, watch me stand firm
i pity a peasant in seconds, treat him like he got germs
don’t touch me, i’m a rich n~gga, you a dust feet
the trenches say don’t trust me, i put you in motion
i’m glad they know, that’s on big bro, that back door wide open
we been scoping hoping they ain’t focused
you want some fame, you want promotion
n~ggas anything just to get me claiming
my pinky ring is just rose golded
chop come with the stock unfolded, young hold it with two hands
before he shoot i’m on the side, i’m coaching
[?] with [?]
smoke in san antonio ,[?] at this calico
meezy look like romeo, i got my ho everywhere i go
i know sh~t i can’t reveal to them
i be having visions of us k!lling them
that’s a shady aftermath, i get them m and m’s
that’s why them labels don’t want deal with him
he know that you can’t give
he’ll make sure they don’t live
meezy the one that you can’t give, he’ll make sure that they don’t live


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