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meek mill - freestyle part 1 lyrics

[intro: lil snupe]
why she worryin’ bout my next b-tch
steady going on my facebook
tryna see how my b-tch face look

[louie v gutta]
i said that old b-tch she a groupie doe
we ’bout to make a movie ho
i take my new b-tch to the mall
me and my new b-tch yeah we ball
said we be all up in neimans and sh-t
i be on the cleanest of sh-t
hol’ on, ion really freestyle
but n-gga in the meanwhile
i got ya b-tch in my coupe, me and lil snupe
’bout to party ya b-tch, show her what to do
’bout to take her to the telly she gon’ get it crackin’
that n-gga standin’ there he like what happened?

[lil snupe & louie v gutta]
huh
motel, h-ll nah b-tch you better meet me at the hotel
but we ain’t talkin’ c-ssidy
we f-ck ya b-tch and it’s a tragedy

[verse 1: meek mill]

my man said he gotta get up in that halfway house
so that mean he halfway in and halfway out
halfway in and halfway out
we get the work halfway in and halfway out
what you know about 36 ridin’ with a dirty brick
you had to call a ho a lil dirty b-tch
just take the ride, so when they pull you over
you got a b-tch with you, you still acting sober
but you high as f-ck cause you just smoked a l
and if this n-gga play wrong we ain’t goin’ to jail
motherf-cker, ya’ll n-ggas rats, show and tell
cause if the cops grab ya’ll, ya’ll gon’ show and tell
show ’em where the stash at, where the cash at
i get a b-tch ho show me where that -ss at
and last time i seen the work, n-gga grabbed that
then i bagged that n-gga, had that
what you know about a scale n-gga?
glock ’30, giving everybody h-ll n-gga
i did that banger, all in jail n-gga
hit you up and have you movin’ like a snail n-gga
slow motion, sippin’ on purp potion
i’m gettin money everybody, they know it
i be roseing, chosen
a millionaire they say i’m chosen
cause i came from the bottom, they told me get ’em i got ’em
red beam on ’em, they moving you know i spot ’em
hit ’em in the dark n-gga f-cking with the larks
playin’ round you get parked, 106 when i spark
on this drum clip, young n-gga but i run sh-t
and you stupid as a dumb b-tch
i make a dumb b-tch give me head, let you know where i’m from b-tch
the 8, posted by the gate
before i ain’t had money, i was straight
ion f-ck with none of ya’ll rappers, i can’t relate
all that sh-t you talking that n-gga, it ain’t
i used to play that f-ckin’ corner, paranoid getting high off the marijuana
everytime i seen the cops sneak up in the corner
it was tinted cars i felt like i was a goner
i was out there all night, br had that hard white and that soft white
me and omelly in the car, on call flight
tryna swing that work n-gga, this is our life
we bring that work to your door n-gga (uh knock knock)
strapped down, .44 n-gga (pop pop)
crack life but we on tour n-gga, mac life let that thing roar n-gga
i seen n-ggas go to early graves
for tryna play with hammers in they early days
a lotta n-ggas on ho sh-t, got girly ways
i fall back i got nah, got pearly waves
my sh-t flowin’, and i’mma keep on goin’
and i’mma get this money, everybody they be knowin’
that i came from the bottom and i made it to the top
and i started with a ’22, i made it to a glock
then i stepped up to the mac, then i went and copped a bat
‘member started with the ‘lac, back then remember that?
we was getting chased by the rock
he caught his own ? down on snub block
he got booked with an ounce of crack, sh-t was rock
they tried to take that n-gga in, we hold up sh-t to stop, put it in the car
they couldn’t even find the o n-gga, it was hard
he put that thing behind the badge, sh-t it was soft
he couldn’t find it, had to rewind us
we all got booked with the lil’ pair of irons
let me bring it back and remind it
the same block i got pulled on when they found us
put me in the cell, we was comin’ a scooby
we had a lil sprinter, we ain’t come in a hoopty
he come down i told my n-ggas, “mm mm”
i put a hole in ya head, i ain’t talking no coofy n-gga
i rich blade, talking no coogi n-gga
i slip you one, ain’t talking no roofy n-gga
you playin’ round n-gga we gon’ gun ya down
walk up on you, if you running we gon’ run ya down
my young n-ggas gettin’ money, we don’t f-ck around
all ya;ll n-ggas on your team, ya’ll f-ckin’ clowns
it’s all real n-ggas, we don’t rob we k!ll n-ggas
we treat ’em like, ya’ll n-ggas pump fake and fire drill n-ggas

- meek mill lyrics

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