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meek mill - connect the dots lyrics

[intro: meek mill]
yeah, gang
chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers, gang
chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers, gang
ayy

[verse 1: meek mill]
brand new glock .40 with a ladder in that b-tch (okay)
32 deep so it don’t matter who you get (no way)
all my n-gg-s h-ttin’, it don’t matter who you with (okay)
we gon’ whack you if you tellin’, it don’t matter if you snitch
you done told on your homie, you a p-ssy (you a p-ssy)
in the kitchen with the pyrex, baking cookies (cookin’ work)
every time you see me out, i got it with me (know i got it)
bending through that bentley truck, they couldn’t miss me
bought his baby mama a patek now that n-gg- wanna k!ll me (oh man)
yeah, b-tch i’m talking fifty
if i stand up on my money, they can’t never overlook me
white come straight from ‘cross the border, you can never overcook it
this that raw, this that raw, b-tch i ball like chris paul
i switch it to blake griffin, they gon’ bang that sh-t on y’all
homie said that he a blood, we gon’ paint that sh-t on dawg
told my bro to bring his h-t, we gon’ hang it on the wall
all my shooters trained to go, they’ve been waitin’ on my call
they’ve been waitin’ on that ring to pull that thing and chop it off
to knock you off, brrrt!

[chorus: meek mill]
connect the dots, connect the dots
link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico)
running to a p-ssy and collect his watch
when we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top, woo!

[verse 2: yo gotti]
let’s talk about the trap, let’s talk about the streets (what’s up)
you looked up to jordan, we looked up to meech (meech)
clean a n-gg- block, leave that b-tch bleached (brrrt!)
spend a half a quarter on a pair of sneaks (whoo)
what type of boss is you? you gave your dawg a draco (draco, draco)
real bosses put their dawgs on the payroll (payroll, payroll)
drop rolls royce, that’s a don n-gg- (don n-gg-)
i got pumpkin seats, them b-tches orange, n-gg- (hermes)
we cmg grizzly, we just sold out the forum
yeah, hit a b-tton on that new don and watch it transform (transform)
yeah, you been misinformed
think you can disrespect the king and hate don’t come with harm
quarter milly on the diamond chain, no charm
milly rockin’ in the kitchen, tryna make it form (f-ck it up, f-ck it up)
my religion get this money, christian or islam
and my tradition send the money, soon they said it’s bond
and my lifestyle, don’t leave your house without your f-cking gun
the goal is leave the hood but not forget where you from

[verse 3: rick ross]
all about the timing and i’m feeling so correct
got all these diamonds, b-tches say i seem possessed
you scared of violence so you gotta cut the check
we always styling so my n-gg-s fresh to death
no need for wallets, ball that sh-t up in my fist
get out the projects, that’s the first one on the list (mama)
pack up your bags, mama your lil son is sh-t (mama)
we impeaching n-gg-s then we hit them with the blitz
speaking in silence, it’s okay to talk in code
it’s still lil’ b–bie boys and gotta shout the zoes
we one of one therefore i tailor-made the clothes
i got the dome setted on d’s and the lows
still fly commercial but i don’t do tv shows
f-cking a actress so she gotta play the role
you seein’ money, what you know, you see the most
versace diners at a donatella toast
black in a ‘vetty, got ig out, watchin’ post
they gave him life for living life, that boy was sauce
who you fadin’? p-ssy boy, go get a body bag
renzel records with your tina turner contracts
still war ready, never run with rats
once again, the dope boys running rap

- meek mill lyrics

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