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meek mill – ain’t i lyrics

[intro: meek mill]
ain’t i ain’t i ain’t i
ain’t i ain’t i ain’t i
ain’t i on some sh-t
ain’t i f-ck your b-tch
ain’t i grand hustle
ain’t i f-ck with tip

[verse 1: meek mill]
drama be the dj
i just spit that sh-t and he gon’ bring it back like replay
i come from the east side, run sh-t like a relay
bunch of philly k!llers with me they all look like freeway
i know what we do is wrong
you can catch me in the hood probably somewhere don’t belong
i keep with my tre pound long
and omelly keep his glit
his clip hold like 33 that’s three circles from a brick
on some sh-t, that’s your b-tch
no it ain’t cause she ours
pull up to the club we be on banshees and crs
ask about us who we are
i’m a young king i’m w-ssup
i ain’t asking for no ride i made it here all by myself
come for the belt ya for the ring
ask your ho i do my thing
i was locked up in the pen but still i shine like i was bling
on the block with that yao ming
tryna move that china white
ya i grind like i ain’t even about to blow like dynamite
i’m that bull just call me mike
i change hoes just like they’re clothes
i change o’s just like they’re floors
and keep my money for them hoes
i keep money on re-load
i keep cash up in this stack
i don’t even know these lames but yet they joe me like jihad
and i just laugh, joe me like gi
b-tch i’m trying to f-ck you, you keep worrying about ti
haters they can see i’m all about my bi
b-tch i been on swag [?]

[verse 2: nitty]
ain’t i on my job
lotta n-ggas hate cause we be moving like the mob
my boys in all black
n-gga run his mouth then then n-gga lose his cap
west philly back block that’s where you find me at
state they got my n-gga dean
i be on promethazine
show you how we walk them down
no time with them triple beams
i get a jawn break it down let my youngins grind
you see them tres of the meter, and they done with dime
you had your work all week sh-t i hustle mine
i hustle hard, hustle hard i ain’t never fine
i just hit a l!ck, all white bricks
f-ck the drought we be flipping like a light switch
ask my n-gga [?] he got a [?]
we like a junkyard, we stay with metal sh-t
i can do it right or i can do it wrong
you buy it soft, try to cook it you be losing homes
neef buck told me get them where i fit in
the mac look great but its gorgeous with the clip in
and when it start to ripping, n-ggas start to scr-ping
and dipping, hoping they don’t catch it in their biscuit
west side of philly n-gga that be me
disrespect and we check ’em like an acg
they say your green not fire
your white not oil
you n-ggas at loyal when you shining like foil

- meek mill lyrics

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