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meek mill – niggas in paris (freestyle) lyrics


“n-gg-s in paris (freestyle)”

ball so hard, m-th-f-ckas wanna fine me
these n-gg-s can’t find me
cause i’m probably in the air
cuttin’ through the clouds in a lear g-5′in
b-tch n-gg-, we mobbin’
rich n-gg-, we buyin’, any b-tch we wanna
and it go ‘room when i hit that corner in a batmobile
trap for real, bullets h-t ya head
make ya head go still
n-gg-s always ask why you rap so real
cause i be in the trap sellin’ crack pills?
got them racks on i’ll, money so sick
i don’t give a f-ck who you run and go get
ross with a boat cause i wanna go fish
with his all yellow rolli got these n-gg-s so p-ssed

sh-ttin’ on these n-gg-s where my toilet
jordan’s, you ain’t never seen ’em cause i’m ballin’
board as sh-t, i spent be so r-t-rded
cause i don’t even write
i’m just recording
got an ap, rolex, cartier to the hublot
i ain’t even have to hit the bank
i bought this sh-t from a few shows
with a new hoe in my view so… beautiful, i see a few hoes
anchorman, that forecast
i say it’s coming and they move the snow
ha, got a young b-tch look like nicki tho (nicki tho)
i said could ya keep a secret just like vicki tho
i let her sip ciroc and hit the sticky tho
told her she can kiss my neck but just don’t give me no hickies ho
cause my baby momma be trippin’
all these ones i be whippin’
all this paper i be gettin’
i be dunkin on ’em: blake griffin
n-gg-, i got now, you got no!
no w’s for the loser’s tho
all this ice like jewelry show
riding so slow like a funeral
look at my neck, take a look at my wrist
look at my pockets, take a look at my b-tch
let me take ’em way back
finna like ’86, all eyes on me
when i step up in the club
i feelin’ like rich
porter that is, i slaughter that b-tch
don’t touch that work, i order that sh-t
i wouldn’t give a d-mn, what corner that is
if they cop that work, i goin’ at that b-tch
with’ a whole sack, no rap, weed, pills, dope, crack
droppin’ right on ’em like hold that
feds takin’ pictures like kodak
tappin’ my phone, watching my home
they watchin’ me and i’m watching the throne?
see suckin’ me and i’m watching the dome
perc in my system and i’m in the zone, yeah, i’m gettin’ gone
phantom, ghost, like ’em, chase ’em, pacman
all this money on my mind, you see it on my catscan