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meek mill – hard in da paint lyrics

[intro: meek mill]
ay rug
see these n-ggas already know what it is with me
i go hard in the paint
we ain’t even got to talk about that
philly in this b-tch, heard that

[verse 1: meek mill]
rollie on my wrist brighter than my future is
shorty standing there -ss fatter than rasputia is
i play for the dream team, hang out with the coolest kids
watch out for my louie belt cause that’s right where my ruger is
i go hard in the m-th-f-ckin’ paint n-gga
leave you stankin’ n-gga, what the f-ck you thinkin’ n-gga?
five presidents on that presidential lincoln n-gga
gold presidential out the window middle finger n-gga
f-ck ’em all that’s how i feel
sh-tting on these n-ggas without a deal
my money right i’m super strapped
talking all that hammer sh-t where your toolie at
ask around the town we be doing that
all that white and sour diesel we be moving that
that’s word to my thirty-six o’s
i’m still the same n-gga with the thirty-six flow
in thirty days i’m trying to f-ck thirty rich hoes
i’ll still be spitting that flamerz like thirty-six stoves, woah
north side ’til the death of me, definitely
camero with the black stripe, referee preferably
i be feeling myself and i ain’t on no ecstasy
but the groupies is and you can tell by how they molested me
she gon’ suck my d-ck, she gon’ suck it too
she gon’ f-ck omelly, and she gon’ f-ck the crew
now she f-ck with me, she don’t f-ck with you
and that’s crazy dawg you know that was your f-cking boo
that’s the reason why you hating
let the streets say what they want because i’m caking
shout out to all of the n-ggas that thought that i wouldn’t make it
they the fakest ones hating while i was in the bas-m-nt

[verse 2: ar-ab]
where i’m from getting money be the object
i get mine putting fire to the pyrex
f-ck a diss track i bring it to you direct
i k!ll you then the witness die next
44 bulldog is a 5x
you never progress if you only side bet
i’m trying to k!ll two birds with one stone
i just grabbed two birds but one gone
i supply it well that’s my clientele
i fire sh-lls if any one of my clients tell
they say its a long line to h-ll
but i’ma either get rich or i’ma die in jail
until then i’m only trying to gain revenue
razor blade in a plate full of residue
’96 impala is heaven blue
being broke like you is what i’ll never do
purple juice and them xans got me sleep walking
she say n-ggas like me she don’t see often
and i don’t care if he shot i just keep sparking
i make n-ggas throw towels and make peace offerings
i got two baby mommas and we don’t speak often
i just give them bank rolls and tell them keep walking
i just show a b-tch money i don’t keep talking
then she slob on my kn-b like she r-t-rded
sour d 4 grams stuffed in the dutch
fifty grand rubber band tucked in the cut
two b-tches four hands touching my nuts
then i give them long d-ck touching their gut
if money is the topic i get it like floyd
i be og, moving grams of the [?]
if i don’t know n-ggas my hand on toy
cause i’m a f-cking shooter, brandon roy
my n-gga c-ss got the bent i need the 550
i only blow good smoke the l’s 550
you not a real connect if you can’t supply fifty
my cousin nas get half cause he’ll die with me
o.b.h be the set and we gon’ get ours’
a couple n-ggas got shot trying to take ours
i was in the crack house with eight vowels
you was like eminem off of eight mile
in your sh-tty house writing rap songs
i use to run in n-ggas house with the mac on
i guess you only need one mic like nas
i’ll take a full pound in a white pie
glock 30 compact that’s the right size
[?] on the stove watch the white rise
i’m talking brick sales get your order up
i dry cook mine i don’t like it watered up

- meek mill lyrics

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