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meek mill - i miss that lyrics

[meek millz:]
aye, aye, i said tell mee (k) what’s really goin’ on
philly back up in this b-tch i’m ready, i’m in my bag
sound like i turned and hit dem b-tches fast
i wake up early in the morning and go get the cash
erry day on my birthday
i be getting cake b-tch
n-ggas talk about me when they see me never say sh-t
shout (to) that n-gga puffy cause that loco got me wasted
standin’ on the top just blackin’ out like i’m a racist
tip be gotta n-gga on some f-ck a mixtape sh-t
diddy gotta a n-gga on some drink some roc straight sh-t
we at? king and diamonds? throwin money by the case? (b-tch)?
i just came back from jail, and i’m ballin’ ‘bron james sh-t
same sh-t no different day
swagger blow ya b-tch away
i been gettin money like my block doin’ a brick a day
i know n-ggas dead broke
but they jus’ a l!ck away
from runnin’ in your crib, sn-tchin’ yours, and bein’ rich today, hey
hockey team on my wrist b-tch
tell that ho to grab my d-ck and treat it like a lipstick
stunt so f-ckin’ hard i make my hater have a hiss fit
n-gga you don’t feel me you gone (going) smell me like a in scent
i been sick, swine flu
matter fact no chicken poc
wonder how he feel i’m f-ckin’ every single b-tch he got
i was at the bottom and i crept up on the tippy top
shinin’ on these n-ggas like the diamonds in my wrist and watch
i love nicki minaj
i swear i admit it
i hope one day i can f-ck her just to say i f-ckin’ hit it
and girl i’m f-ckin’ serious i l!ck it ‘fore i stick it
if you ever hear this verse i’m on your top jus’ like a fitted uhhh
and philly want dat back
you won’t even have a show you be in philly comin’ back
i make sure i save you verses and put you on every track
i swear to god girl i ain’t lying i would k!ll it from the back
because i’m gone
yeah i know i”m drawin’
if i can can get her now, then i jus’ wait ’til i get on
i don’t want you to kiss me, i just wanted to bone, [x2]
and you know i will take you down though
all the way to the ground though
if you wanted to keep your b-tch you better not bring her ’round though
if i tell her to hit me
then you know that she gone (going)
she be screamin’ she miss me
‘stead of callin’ my phone, (hahaha)
oh sh-t
mother f-cker god d-mn
mah is you f-ckin’ or not, like cam
i’m out miami in the r a goin’? ham?
p my p-ssenger
? remy? be stuntin’ in the lamb’
my n-gga? cooner? in the lamb’ too
up and down on collins, bendin’ corners like we bamboo
stuntin’ on my old hoes they see me be like d-mn boo
call me jackie turner all these hoes that i done ran through
i’m gone
i tell them b-tches that i’m gone

- meek mill lyrics

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