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meek mill - big boy stick lyrics

[verse 1]
f+ck n+ggas (what?) ’cause i don’t trust n+ggas
cut ’em off, i don’t f+ck with ’em, must be a f+ck n+gga
big phantom in the trenches, feel like a truck, n+gga
i can f+ck for free, but i give her ratchet, ’cause i f+ck with her
million dollar jewelry, i ride louis with my dawgs sweater
she act like a groupie, i get stupid on one hit
i feel no n+gga, i’m here, four k!llers
no tellin’ how i’m comin’, it might be cullinan on four+wheelers
she ain’t tellin’ that we f+ck, ’cause she can tell that i got more b+tches
more glocks, more switches, trappin’ off of four listens
yeah, and these n+ggas don’t want no war with us
wakin’ up in them trenches, i got that chop’ right by the store with us
i gotta lock it in, like i went broke when i need [?]
more money, more k!llers, sh+t just make me more vicious
i flew her out in the runway, even back, ’cause she wouldn’t tour with us
[chorus]
yeah, we them n+ggas that been poppin’ all that big boy sh+t
brand new ap on my wrist, know that’s a big boy brick
hundred rounds for my dad chopper, this a big boy stick (brr)

[verse 2]
who wanna go to war?
show way too much love to all these n+ggas, i can’t even…

- meek mill lyrics

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