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meek mill - i'm the shit lyrics

[verse 1: meek mill]
chilling in the cut higher than a louis tag
when i see them biddies i remind them of a gucci bag
cause they want me and they need me
i’m like seymour, feed me
i’m getting money believe me
hoes want to f-ck the kid cause i’m on t.v
diamonds in my neck, check [?]
[?] pradas up and down [?]
shades on wonder where i got that from stevie
we be anywhere them motherf-cking keys be
easy i make it look
bad b-tch gon’ take a look
dawg i’m on another page i might as well just make a book
n-ggas that can spit but never ever could they make a hook
that’s why they can’t stand it, and i’m in demanding
boss sh-t raw sh-t i could get your man hit
i put bread all over that beef like a sandwhich

[hook: meek mill]
i’m the sh-t
check out my swag, look at my pockets, and do the math
we getting money you doing bad
i see in these n-ggas faces that they mad
cause i’m the sh-t i’m the sh-t i’m the sh-t i’m the sh-t
ya i’m the sh-t i’m the sh-t i’m the sh-t i’m the sh-t
i’m the sh-t i’m the sh-t i’m the sh-t i’m the sh-t
ya i’m the sh-t i’m the sh-t i’m the sh-t i’m the sh-t

[verse 2: ms. jade]
i make them sick make ’em make ’em sick
get your get your money daddy gon’ make it flip
i’m the sh-t take a sniff
on point mama swiff
and i shine brighter than a time piece on my wrist
use a window washer i advise it
swisher in a wrapper under my [?]
insane in the brain i need a psychiatrist
all this hating that they doing going to make me get violent
still stunting so you better believe it cause i told you
f-ck a n-gga [?] money tricking sh-t we don’t do
f-ck them n-ggas get the money type of sh-t we toast to
louis you should brag about i been here they my old shoes
ha, y’all late like old news
trash -ss won’t stop stink like young pooh
pewh, me and meek still k!lling it
y’all keep screaming y’all the sh-t but we for real with it

[hook: meek mill]
i hopped up out the cell swagging
pull up in the 550 looking like a wagon
i be spitting fire plus i’m flyer than a dragon
when they mention compet-tion i be laughing
i’m the sh-t where my toilet paper at
they was hating when i was down now where all of them haters at
now i’m back up on that g sh-t
filling up like three clip
see me in the streets they switch the words like its a remix
uh, i hit b-tches like chris brown
i’m king of my city just waiting to get crowned
you highness, i’m as hot as a volcano
give your b-tch pipe work like drain though
aye ho, i roll in then roll out
that pounds in the old house
sh-t i’m like the fire man cause i bring them hose out
every time i’m partying, wrist wear be cartier
shining for the audience they watch me like an audience

[hook: meek mill]

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