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meek mill - i'm rollin' lyrics

i’m rollin’

[intro]
yo whattup it’s your boy meek milly right here
kickin it with the l.a. leakers
deez motherf-ckers leakin everything man
where y’all gettin all this exclusive from man?
i need to know
it’s your boy meek millie, let’s get it
{justin credible!} {“mustard on the beat”}

okay i walk up in this b-tch, fresher than a muh’f-cker
pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on ’em
and b-tches i ain’t got no love for them
just a bunch of swagger and a little bit of drugs for them
hey hater you can pull the plug on ’em
cause my neck be lightin up just like a bulb on ’em
bling bling, pockets on ching ching
you wifin everything you come across, ring king
d-mn n-gg-, you going ham n-gg-
i f-ck your b-tch and kick her out just like she pam n-gg-
oh that’s your main hoe? well what you sayin n-gg-?
she said she love this d-ck, you wasn’t in the plan n-gg-
pockets on bank roll, chain froze
n-gg- we don’t even f-ck the same hoes
watching for the coppers in the plain clothes
cause i’m ridin with a chopper in a range rove’

[chorus]
i’m rollin, i’m rollin, i’m rollin, i’m rollin
with my n-gg- takbar, i’m rollin
b-tch i’m rollin, i’m rollin, i’m rollin, i’m rollin
with this motherf-ckin ‘rari like it’s stolen
and still i’m gon’ walk up in this b-tch fresher than a muh’f-cker
walk up in this b-tch fresher than a motherf-cker
pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on them
and b-tches i ain’t got no love for them

white girls, goin wild
i murder that p-ssy now i’m on a trial
so wet, i need four towels
she suckin d-ck like she got four mouths
old hoe, got wh-r- miles
and y’all n-gg-z hatin got four fouls
probably foul out, i probably wild out
and pull the seat out on you n-gg-z you a dime out
racks, pause on the pork
i be going ham, n-gg- i don’t need a fork
ball so hard, n-gg- i don’t need a court
purple label everything, n-gg- i don’t need a horse
i’m swagged out, maxed out
bad b-tch with me and her -ss out
rack up, rack out
and every time i’m in the building i’ma cash, out

[chorus]

i got a b-tch in the bay, i got a b-tch in the a
i got a b-tch down in philly that do whatever i say
i got a b-tch in new york, i got a b-tch mia
i got a b-tch down in houston she wanna f-ck e’ryday
and i be rollin, and she be rollin
she be f-ckin with the mollies really rollin
and i ain’t f-ckin with them pills but i be rollin
it’s ya n-gg- meek mill in this b-tch and i’m rollin

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