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lirik lagu meek mill - unreleased

[snippet 1]
i’m back on my sh-t, man
they tell me, ‘be humble and cop the sl’
shout out my b-tches that answer my call
when i call to collect cause they got me through h-ll
shout out that judge that denied me my bail
he made me smarter and made me go harder
they locked me up, then slowed my album up
but i did not give up cause i knew…

[snippet 2]
difference between me and most of these rappers
i’m talkin’ ’bout work that i really put in
talkin’ ’bout pencils i put on my hip
and i’m talkin’ ’bout foreigns i really could whip
that i really done drove, really was charged in my hood
and these b-tches i really did hit, twenty wit’ shows
came up from nothin’ and…

[snippet 3]
make a movie on your b-tch, tell her friend to get a role
you thought she was innocent
we laughin’ like, ‘she done been a ho’
jumpin’ out them benzos, me, your b-tch in a friend zone
she told you i was friend zoned, what? i’m in the end zone
touchdown wit’ the two, bring her virgin
give her that d-ck long, she bustin’ like they…

[snippet 4]
jump out the ‘rari, then jump out the (-)
i hop in my (-), then hop in some (-)
and jump out the (-) and jump out the (-)
man, i go stackin’ this money, oh, (-)

[snippet 5]
then the gucci and louis, we was under (-)
2012, when we did the (-), my (-) was cool
when you lil’ n-ggas was worried ’bout drugs
we was rockin’ on ‘ludes, i got the loosest, now i done (-)
hit wit’ they chopper, now pray down to (-)

[snippet 6]
and, yeah, i been losin’ touch wit’ my family, it ain’t the same
i should have gave my sister some money, but i made it rain
i should have hit the crib wit’ my son and played the game
but instead i ended up at the jeweler to make a chain
this is sayin’, sayin’ when you make money, it make you change

[snippet 7]
and these n-ggas get to talkin’ like they know me
finna turn me to the old me
should’ve listened to my mama when she told me
now these b-tches throwin’ p-ssy cause they owe me
i got the juice, n-gga, i got the juice
n-gga, i got the juice when they hop out the coupe

[snippet 8]
when they f-ck wit’ you, don’t take my picture, n-gga
pops was on the corner, wit’ a .40 on my hip, godzilla
where’s gettin’ to it when they hit my n-gga, dean
‘less the sh-t got realer
eyes on the south side, really outside, got guns, got k!llers

[snippet 9]
here today, gun-b-tt a n-gga wit’ the end of the k
kick it in your -ss, insinuate
then come around here like your n-ggas’ is safe
cause all my haters goin’, ‘brr’, speak ’em
f-ck is you winnin’, man?
miss money and murder, you f-ck wit’ my n-ggas
you come to my city, i f-cked all them b-tches

[snippet 10]
the money and the power, the money and the power
f-ckin’, f-ckin’ up a cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
these b-tches f-ckin’ for a cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
look, look, look at all these young n-ggas fightin’ for a…

[snippet 11]
p-ssy, and just cause you got a bentley
that bentley don’t make you thorough
p-ssy, still hatin’ in front of my city
i’m thankin’ this day, for real
‘p-ssies’ could sound like i says, ‘k!ll’
you comin’ like navy seals
just wait to my mama, i promised her jordans

[snippet 12]
they k!lled chinx drug in his own city
they k!lled lil’ snupe in his own city
wonder why i don’t be in my own city
i don’t know if n-ggas gon’ clap for me or gon’ k!ll me
still livin’ lavish and they wonder why i act savage
all these guns are automatics

- lirik lagu meek mill

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