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meek mill – northside southside lyrics

[intro: meek mill]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah (shoot through your car door, shoutout to cardo)
yeah, yeah
yeah

[verse 1: meek mill]
yeah, look on the ‘net and they talkin’ ’bout bannin’ me
just left the dealer, i told him to phantom me
i cannot be with no n+ggas that’s fans of me
no kizzy
i don’t know why these lil’ n+ggas be playing with me
murder for murder, they ain’t understanding me
take one of mine, that sh+t end with your family
perkies, thirties, young n+ggas shooting like currys
walking in the club, no searching
whack him for a check, yeah, surfin’
spinning, sinning
sinning, winning
i know the way that we living that wе probably going to h+ll any minute
he nеver been on a mission, i see in his eyes, i can tell if he b+tching
treat him like trey, get out the car, i know they gon’ tell if he did it
my got them tickies for selling them brickies, but he ain’t made the cell in a minute
n+ggas been busting them u+eys, i’ll never forget it, i ain’t take a l in a minute
you a b+tch, he a rat, he a fraud, on the ‘gram like he was that
baby mama, she a groupie, in the lamb’, swerving with me eating gat
big dog, real boss, make a call, n+gga, you will be a pack
cut a check, real n+gga, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
capping
i know you n+ggas be capping
i hit the switch on you, tapping
two type of n+ggas, the n+ggas that watch and the n+ggas that go make it happen
i don’t look up to no rappers
i ain’t been talking no trapping
i’ve been investing, just chose up a check, it’s ten million, and that was on test
woo, i’m just turning up
when it’s beef, sh+t, i can’t sleep, that sh+t be burning me up
front of louis v, right on rodeo, i pull up and dawn on the truck
what’s a hundred to me? give that sh+t to my homie and tell him go run that sh+t up
n+ggas can’t f+ck with the gang
big fn on me hang
[chorus: meek mill]
yeah, northside, southside sh+t
n+gga, i ain’t tripping out ’bout no b+tch
i make the maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my d+ck
n+ggas want internet clout, tell ’em spin on his house, i don’t really wanna talk ’bout sh+t
yeah, northside, southside sh+t
yeah, northside, southside sh+t

[verse 2: giggs]
my n+ggas got bricks for cheapers, n+ggas got bits and pieces (yeah)
n+ggas just showing their weakness, man, they just quit, the weakest (yeah)
never no problem sleeping, hollow just squish them leeches
yeah, make it a scary movie, p+ssy, get trick or treated
don’t know what’s up in it, he doesn’t know, hollowman’s tapping it
yeah, upping them out and they b+tch on my left, how did he pattern it?
yeah, n0body’s clapping it
i put my back in it
yeah, i got the strap, parked up, wrapping the rag on it
yeah, southside sh+t
n+ggas all working outside shifts
n+ggas get melt with drive+by clips
you never gon’ work them muay thai kicks
yeah, bounce that b+tch
p+ssy smells like fish
h got them sheek, styles like kiss
yeah, who’s to be tested?
h, truth to be destined
yeah, man get run over, vroom+vroom, who’s the pedestrian?
yeah, just got a new strap, boom+boom, shoot it for testing
yeah, f+ck the domestics, man just move to a next ting
[chorus: meek mill]
northside, southside sh+t
n+gga, i ain’t tripping out ’bout no b+tch
i make the maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my d+ck
n+ggas want internet clout, tell ’em spin on his house, i don’t really wanna talk ’bout sh+t
yeah, northside, southside sh+t
yeah, northside, southside sh+t

- meek mill lyrics

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