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knxwledge - 10mins. lyrics

[verse: meek mill]
one yourself and two ++ run up with three gats
four, five, or six shot seven like eight clap
the nine mili throw ten shots where your face at
and the mac eleven touch you where the twelve+gauge at
when i was thirteen, had fourteen grams and eight gats
turned fifteen, started spitting sixteen of straight crack
by seventeen, eighteenth street where i played that
nineteen ++ on the corner with twenty in they trappin’
playing with my money like playing with my emotions
flowing off that water likе i’m laying in the ocean
roasted, i makе you disappear hocus pocus
we leaving suckers like they jerry rice, wide open
in the field it get real, the block slow motion
in the bill throwing ninjas like the coaster
gotta catch a ++ sleeping late night
stick ’em with the toaster
make ’em put it all in like he was playing poker
cuz i remember days, nights, i couldn’t even think right
n+ggas gettin’ murked out, i’m clutching on that thing tight
i wouldn’t even a blink like: blink once, blink twice
you steady get your life sn+tched faster than a tyson match
pull up to the scene so fresh so clean in a seven+four pound with the windows rolled down
like twenty on my neck, feel like a king, no crown
i be proud of them they def in on my gear we low down
red horse, red stripes, red porsche, red lights
tell me stop cuz i’m k!llin’ ’em, got change like chameleons
lames they not feeling him but tell him keep hatin’
praying on my downfall, tell ’em keep waitin’
i’ll be here, i’ll be there, when i rock some rocawear
i’m so fly, when i go there, why would i lie, no i don’t care
i ride that five without no fear, keep that chopper on deck
if a hater run up on me, hit ’em up with no grrrat
its big business, big bills, and big choppers
cherry red challenger, lookin’ like a lobster
all black geese on it, hoes holla
sliding through your area, why is they comparing us?
serious, numbers on my check look like a serial
and i still got the block jumpin’, shawn marrion
i said: a hater disrespect me then i’m airin’ ’em
he don’t dig me where i’m comin’ from well just bury him
we count money ++ go super hard
maybach, laid back, lookin’ like a superstar
diamonds on my neck shining on ’em like a superstar
thirty in the clip and got me feeling like a shooting guard
stop me, small but i’m c+cky
two forties give a sucker eighty like shocky
pull up in the hood, four+door maserati
jewels on flashy like the paparazzi, copy
i be probably in the hills out in cali
in a million+dollar crib eatin’ on shrimp and broccoli
watch me, philladelph’s flyest, no hockey
tell your chick to google me, she can dot com me
she ain’t gotta chase me just tell her mysp+ce me
and maybe she can find me so i can get behind ’em
heard i got a deal so now she throat me like sloppy
got them goons on deck that ride hard like kawasaki (what!)
they ride hard
i said they ride hard (what!)
i said we be the freshest, jewelry be vvs’s
fetty be gts+ing like khalid sh+t we the best+ing
i tell them hoes i don’t wanna talk, just leave a message
automatic stash boxes so they can’t see the weapons
but i be gc reppin’, bread hustle to muscle
know me, don’t love these girls i just love when i ‘uck ’em
ah+ i just+ ah
know me, don’t love these girls i just love when i ‘uck ’em
(lemme keep it clean, hold up, what i said?)
i said+ i said+ i said+
i got money on my mind
change on my membrane
insane, in the kitchen with it got the whip game (what!)
similar to gordon, throw it in the pyrex like can i get your order?
ounces to the quarters
omelly push the rock i push the aid’s power forward (what!)
twenty have a ++ floatin’ like he in the water
asure you, get it we got bundles for a goya
a beam ‘ock a ++ if ya’ need i get it for ya’
a sauer, on my hip, tinted in the ‘rarri
bad little jit with me lookin’ like kimora
believe that’s me in a pocket with diora
long pretty handles, juicy and katara
twenties, fifties, hundreds ++ that’s all up in my money
quickly chew ’em like the double mint, that forty got a double clip
automatic made ’em like a column with a rubber grip
any sucker step up outta line then we gon’ ++ (what!)
i hug that strip, on the block with that yao ming
them warriors put ’em on a higher plane like al green
nah’mean ++ ++ they hear when i talk
got that white girl and that green lady like fairmount park
any n+gga get ideas better feel when i spark
put some hot ++ in his tee and he be laying out chalk
where he at? there he go
pull up on that ++ slow
got that ruger look like rulers shootin’ like that video
and we be ridin’, glidin’, slippin’, slidin’
all through the city with that semi right beside him
ballin’ like jimmy, any ++ try to try him
and we catch ’em when they slippin’ homicide ’em (‘cide ’em)
i said, ‘lantic

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