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king hendrick$ - meat market lyrics

[intro]
(rocktee ’bout to run it up)

[verse]
i just lost a hundred g’s, boy, the paper long
when she leave, she gon’ go to who you hated on
put a n+gga on his feet and never make it known
dolla send me twenty p’s, same day, they gone
why you ridin’ with a k and it ain’t automatic?
beno came home today, now he out in traffic
we ain’t goin’ in the safe, pull it out the mattress
your n+gga workin’ with the state, he just got his taxes
got an asian in la, look like ben baller
put my n+gga on the play, i ain’t make ten dollars
i might give a free eighth to the tenth caller
all my n+ggas gettin’ cake to the tenth power
i was ’bout to hit your bae, but i didn’t call her
buy a hundred whips today, we gon’ tint all ’em
bad b+tches to the left, we gon’ pimp all ’em
get ’em to your doorstep, but i don’t install ’em
yeah, sell it by the pound like the meat market
know them n+ggas out of town like, “what he chargin’?”
pull up on me, spend a bag, ain’t no free parking
n+gga catch me down bad, i ain’t gon’ plea bargain
trick fell in love with her, she gon’ keep chargin’
fifteen thousand for the puppy, this b+tch keep barkin’
five n+ggas came with you, but it’s three starvin’
we them n+ggas, you ain’t never gon’ see me arguin’
how you always in the street and your pocket empty?
i could’ve played lil meech in the documentary
she gon’ still choose me if i ain’t got a penny
all these pints ain’t cheap, you would’ve bought some henny
we do valet at n0bu, i used to walk to denny’s
if we was trappin’, i don’t know you ‘less you bought a twenty
backpack full of dough, though, i brought plenty
all them rats in your photo, you walt disney
b+tch, don’t bring me no fee if it’s not a dub
bro just did that for free, it was outta love
honey keep that sh+t a g, remind me of my plug
ceos in vip, we ’bout to buy the club
cut it with a razor blade, but i ain’t no barber
slap the fade off a n+gga, now he coach carter
i made ten racks today, i gotta go harder
heard your n+gga writin’ statements, he a whole arthur
my young n+gga beat the state, he used my old lawyer
young n+gga sip drank like that’s cold water
twelve bottles in the cases, ain’t no ozarka
my n+gga pull up, cop a play, then fix his own order
ridin’ on the freeway in the big impala
got a line on the yay, he from nicaragua
hit your bm yesterday and give y’all kid a dollar
i be stompin’ on the yay in my balenciagas
got a plug in la on the doohickeys
hit your bm yesterday, she was too sticky
[outro]
(rocktee ’bout to run it up)

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