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meek mill - middle of it lyrics

[intro]
([?])
yeah
(yo nick pass, make a [?])

[verse 1]
i’m not the leader but follow the lead
poppin’ some sh+t that’s out of your league
shawty identical, bella hadid (shawty identical)
she beggin’, tellin’ me “please”
the patek it tell her to freeze (freeze)
she think i tell her to chill and i’m tryna tell her to leave (leave)
woah, woah, woah, woah
been in the corner (been in, been in)
been in the corner, i dealt with some sh+t
i think you know about times it was lit
seventeen summer we been runnin’ this sh+t
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m with a shorty we f+ck in the crib
bought her a blue birkin now i got the whole crew workin’ on me, suckin’ that d+ck, woah (woah, woah)
i do not party with thots (i don’t)
i go to party with glocks
hangin’ with k!llers and call of the shots (yeah)
n+ggas be beefin’ with gang, can’t go to the club we in all the spots, yeah
n+ggas be beefin’ with gang, ain’t no hoes and all ’em thots
all of my homies a hunnid and more (woo)
ain’t got a [?] gotta restore
not to [?] you but i gotta teach you, if you want your money you doin’ your chores
washin’ your dishes, the rags and the riches
the glock with the switches, we handlin’ business we go on a mission, we don’t do know b+tches
now spend like a ticket, we goin’ to court (yeah)
dropped in the dm, like, “f+ck is you doin’ it for?”, you know i was goin’ to work
she tried to link me and give me two and a four, i left it in a hole in the floor
love on the chopper, i feel like i’m chapo, i got out that b+tch and i [?] some more
went to miami for four hunnid housand, to roll up some loud with a bottle of water (woah)
[interlude]
glock still trippin’ like [?], youngboy go with his daughter (facts)
bet he could send it for two or [?] million it turns my account to slaughter (facts)
i made a fifty now i want a hunnid, a billion, it go in that order (facts)
ha!

[verse 2]
daddy died by a .44, i be livin’ like a warlord
‘member i was trappin’ [?] seal, now i’m back to back and in a four+door
million dollars worth of jewelry on, no insurance on, like, “what’s goin’ on?
in the trenches like it’s regular, people think that i be showin’ off
all these n+ggas talkin’ they be goin’ off, gotta blow it off
left my youngin’ with the presidential [?]
told me as soon as he got it, he dip it inside it and goin’ in raw dog
i give a f+ck she an actress, a singer or model, i pray it don’t fall off let’s pray
all these hoes still f+ckin’
run up a check and you know how we boomin’
get to a milli’ then run up them bentleys
i’m fresh outta philly, you know we ain’t runnin’
i see these n+ggas talk sh+t on the internet catch ’em in traffic, i know it ain’t nothin’
i told my youngin’ to spin and to let out, as soon as he let out i throwed a little sum (brr)

[outro]
boss in my hood i’m like richard porter
i just f+cked a dime for free and she ain’t get a quarter
but i still wired her five racks because that sh+t was water
gang
ha!

- meek mill lyrics

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