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meek mill feat. young thug & 21 savage - offended lyrics

meek milly, jeffery, woah

yeah, yeah
f-ck is you talking bout? b-tch you offending me
i just might go head and let this lil b-tch suck my d-ck till it tickle me
i just might go head and mix me a sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
god d-mn, i have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
i heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
f-ck round and lift up they soul like lil chino be wheelin’
i usually don’t bet but i don’t want the ceiling please
oxycontin f-cking my kidneys up

molly, my cup look like bath salt
and i’m too high horsed for asphalt
therefore i’m in clouds from day to dark
they say that i changed, it’s the cash fault
pay everybody like a cash card
i switch through the lanes like a nascar
the rollie stainless, stainless
we young and rich and we dangerous
i’m at piccadilly’s with your misses n-gg-
and the weed stinking like a chitlin n-gg-
bend the money down like a philly n-gg-
make me catch you slipping then (?) n-gg-
the bulletproof can take a missile n-gg-
i got benji on me and he cripping n-gg-
i done wrapped the benji in the city ho
i done wrapped the bentley in the bity n-gg-
put a swimming pool in the living room
how i’m living n-gg-, i ain’t swimming n-gg-
only thing that michael phelps and me got in common that we winning n-gg-
rock star lifestyle
your hoes going wild

sat on my shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like bmf
rocks on the chain like the rocks that i slang , only difference them b-tches they vvs
i know these b-tches gon’ change, f-ck on whoever, whenever they see a chain
if you do not f-ck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down
swing through your block better not sweep it back
land on your spot where your peoples at
smoke you where ever we see you at
you don’t want no problem so keep it down
‘fore you get your man murdered
hitters in the van lurking
i put bread on the beef
turn it to a hamburger
put that paper on the scale n-gg-
little homies talking big money
when the wars on you’ll tell n-gg-
put a bag on your man
hit ’em with the things, hit ’em that’s an l n-gg-
so you should be home before mama got dinner for sale n-gg-
and that’s all i’ma tell n-gg-s in the zip

yeah, yeah
f-ck is you talking bout? b-tch you offending me
i just might go head and let this lil b-tch suck my d-ck till it tickle me
i just might go head and mix me a sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
god d-mn, i had four hoes one time they was drilling me
i heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
f-ck round and lift up they soul like lil chino be wheelin’
i usually don’t bet but i don’t want the ceiling please
oxycontin f-cking my kidneys up

everywhere i go i keep a chopper with me, whoa
i ain’t with that diss song sh-t, i been done shot a n-gg-, whoa
hundred shotters with me, whoa
vvs’s on me, whoa
vvs’s on me, bling
badaboom, badabing, 21
marsh hit, seen the hit shoot up your car sh-t
put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
we put them drums in them carbons, 21
we pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
i might take your chain if it sparkle, fat
street n-gg- really came from nothing
strip a n-gg- like caine cousin
kill a n-gg- then you saying something
you was talking, n-gg- i was hustling
we was shooting, n-gg- you was ducking
you was texting, n-gg- i was f-cking
i was betting n-gg-, you was bluffing
hide and seek n-gg-, i was hunching
car foreign and my gun russian
sneak dissing get a concussion
21, 21, 21

- meek mill feat young thug 21 savage lyrics

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