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lirik lagu meek mill - fa sho

[chorus: tdot illdude]
i be getting money f-cking hoes
hundred bands on me everywhere i go
lot of things on me everywhere i go
if you on the other side, then you got to go
bruce lee roy, i got the glow
diamonds dancing in my chain it come from joe
hundred bands on me everywhere i go
lot of n-ggas hating but they keep it on the low
i keep my b-tch in celine that’s fa sho
i keep my b-tch in vera w-ng, that’s fa sho
i keep my hittas on the plane, that’s fa sho
and the streets know my names, that’s fa sho, sho

[verse 1: meek mill]
i’ve been getting money on the low
type of n-gga buy a birken for your hoe
hundred thousand on me everywhere i go
bought a range just to drive it in the snow
f-ck you, n-ggas, talking sh-t is lit
riding dirty got the chopper in the bent
got your baby momma trying to get a fl1ck
now n-gga, tell your baby momma f-ck up off my d-ck
i’m just cooling with my young n-ggas
she in the vip with all these drug dealers
acting like she never f-cked with you
and she told me that you a f-ck n-gga
when you popping like we popping, my n-gga, ain’t no laying low
mixing that givenchy with valentino camo
f-ck on the air mattress all in the bando
dabbing like i’m cam tho
touchdown, yeah, hoe

[chorus: tdot illdude]
i be getting money f-cking hoes
hundred bands on me everywhere i go
lot of things on me everywhere i go
if you on the other side then you got to go
bruce lee roy, i got the glow
diamonds dancing in my chain it come from joe
hundred bands on me everywhere i go
lot of n-ggas hating but they keep it on the low
i keep my b-tch in celine, that’s fa sho
i keep my b-tch in vera w-ng, that’s fa sho
i keep my hittas on the plane, that’s fa sho
and the streets know my name, that’s fa sho, sho

[verse 2: meek mill]
yea, mobbing at the clear port
richard mille all plain like the airport
therefore i am flyer than an air force
looking devilish i pull up in that red porsche
now we got your b-tch up on the money train
i heard she f-cking what’s his name and what’s his name
we only know your wifey by her twitter name
i only pop the perc, so i don’t feel the pain
feel the pain, feel the pain, make them feel the flame
all these corny n-ggas winning, i don’t know who to blame
but maybe its the internet, i’ve been busy counting money, you should do the same
every n-gga ’round me got a body
shorty with me trying to kick it like karate
in my dm acting thirsty, word to gotti
and it be going down when i pull up to the party

[verse 3: meek mill]
i’m still balling, money still calling
i’m on my eighth rollie, n-ggas still talking
flood the whole band, it look like real water
ticket after ticket i feel like i’m will calling
n-ggas hating on me, i don’t feel for ’em
’cause my south philly n-ggas k!ll at will for ’em
and my north philly n-ggas do the drill for ’em
the lawyers paid n-gga made me spend a mil on ’em, p-ssy!
blow the motherf-cking money on these n-ggas

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