meek mill - 400 degrees* lyrics
[meek mill]
i eat, sh-t, sleep, and i talk cake
i got b-tches from miami, atlanta you up state
my whole team get money we all straight
y’all suckers fall for [?]
i been about that paper they know that its all facts
i’m the type to remix your hoe won’t call back
and i ain’t got no chill b-tton can’t fall back
cause real n-ggas real i think that i’m all that
i be, bending corners in a wraith 11
riding shotty but i got a mac 11
try to rob me i’mma send you back to…
but i take nothing just watch i gon’ show ya
i touchdown nyc and call karen
and tell her call [?]
its all lit, balling we all in
me and sboe i call him
i make it rain, let it go new orleans
i can tell you ain’t never had b-tches
look around all i see is mad n-ggas
throw bands all you suckers should really be glad n-gga
she gon’ bust it for a real n-gga
and i’mma throw a stack back
she gon’ bust it for a real…
[swae lee]
watch as i pull up in your b-tch spot
i’mma f-ck the b-tch and then tell her kick rocks
young swae lee i don’t like ’em on my jock
f-ck her one time then i kick her out the drop
i’m a young n-gga but my wrist and my money old
f-ck you b-tch n-gga know i got to get it on
i’m a young rich n-gga…
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