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meek mill – a1 everything lyrics


a1 everything
(feat. kendrick lamar)

see i’m an a1 type of guy
i cruck a1 hoes (trill)
rock a1 clothes (trill)
drive a1 whips (trill)
and still pour a1 sauce on my sh-t
i come from the bottom

[verse 1: meek mill]
crushing all these hoes, rocking all this ice
selling all these o’s, n-gg-, i done did that twice
so i’m just riding round in my rolls, about to get on my bike
just to touchdown in my hood and i put that on my life
i’m like yeah n-gg-, i’m there n-gg-, i ball hard all year, n-gg-
my diamonds all clear, smack my chain, you dead n-gg-
i don’t know what you heard, and i don’t know what you thought
but all my dogs they murk and all my dogs go hard (f-ck that)
my new young chick look exactly like rihanna
-ss like nicki, but she yellow like madonna
i take her to the mall, buy her all types of designers
ysl, fly chanel, all that dolce & gabbana
i jump right back like 36, lean hard when i turn the whip
if i ain’t have my rap deal, then i still be serving bricks
so i kill a p-ssy, i murder sh-t, homicide on shorty
my gold rol cost 60 racks, my rose gold cost 40

i get a1 money, i’m an a1 n-gg-
got a a1 swagger, i’m getting a1 b-tches
i just bought me a rollie, you can skate on n-gg-
if they don’t love it, they hate it, well get your hate on n-gg-
cuz i got a1 everything, a1 everything
a1 everything, i get a1 everything
i got a1 credit, a1 hoes
i drive a1 whips, and i rock a1 clothes

[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
pray to god i washed my hand, but i be d-mned
2012 100 racks to uncle sam
a 24 year old millionaire
don’t read the contract ‘less a mill in there
a1 credit, park my car bowlegged
i got a bus full of b-tches, i call it jerome bettis
i grab my d-ck in the picture, your hoe be cropping the image
i let you scr-pe off the dishes, we eating n-gg-, i’ll finish it
then come right back, hope you insomniac
sleep on me if you wanna take a dirt nap
b-tch i’m talking ca-ca-ca-ca-ca then more ca-ca-ca-ca
hit your roof until i pop your top up
then more ca-ca-ca-ca, til i know i gotcha
ballin’ like i’m baldin’, then i see jordan in the mirror
n-gg- that’s flawless vvs, cc text me what you wearing
puttin’ my all inside your b-tch, i grip her hips thats power steering
about to hydroplane when i board that plane and land inside the building