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real meez o.g

iroc(awear) grrlla, coast, zooyork and op

ya’ll look like you caught radiation from chern0byl

i’m r to the o b

your girl said she wants to bone, well that’s at least what she told me…

but don’t worry, i won’t do it

cause if she’ll cheat for you, she’ll cheat on you and i ain’t that stupid

b-tches be so dumb, trying to expose

b-tch i’m chillin’ on c-n-l st, realer than most

ya’ll trying to get bread, but end up getting toast

try to roast? i’ll make you poof like a ghost

trying to act grape-nuts, honey bunches of oats

yeah you might be popular but mf i’m post!

like i said, i was a noob struggling

then a dude hustling

cl-ssy now, but i try to keep humble and

i’m just living my life

gifting strangers on the daily, just to be nice

in your life, you should have no regrets

as long as you learn from them, they’ll lead to success

but i digress, back to meez

why are all these mfs on our d/

they wanna chill, i ain’t got much time like weezer/

the only way we chillin’ is your severed head in my freezer

meez finest, just having fun/

if you really wanna chill we’ll be on the island in the sun

i’m not quite done/

i’m still not a player, not like big pun/

i might throw a few lines but you ain’t getting none

i got a sh-t load of bars but don’t call me new orleans/

don’t mess with me, let this be a warning/

lose your meez, tears from your eyes start pourin/

now all of the sudden meez ain’t so borin’/

made a new meez, start restoring/

on your pro “r.i.p to swagdude” stop the mourning!

losing your meez might sting you

i’m about to teach you, you only can lose what you cling to

“on my other acc i had more cash items”, n0body gives a sh-t so move on!

cry me a river something like yukon!

yeah, i got those klondike bars!

and you don’t wanna know what your girl would do for my klondike bar!

i got bars, like al and tony got scars

long live the king, go down swinging when i sortie/

i got more bars then america, in the 1940’s

but call me tommy, cuz i’ll leave you in a pickle homie

your mommy’s neck i’ll slit for the nickle that you owe me

you’re a phony/ something like peter griffin

i’ll leave you missing

search dogs be sniffin’

i ain’t christian/ but i’ll make you reconsider your values in life like i’m on a mission

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