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meek mill – pledge allegiance to my swag lyrics

[hook]
i pledge allegiance to my swag
that i be getting money and my b-tches be bad, yessir
i pledge allegiance to my swag
that i be getting money and my b-tches be bad, yeah
i be shining on em, haters i be shining on em
haters we shining on em, yeah i be shining on em
n-ggas we shining on em, n-ggas we shining on em
b-tches we shining on em, b-tches we shining on em

[verse 1]
money on the kitchen table, boss at the chairs
talking dollar signs and getting money over here
we getting money over here, how bout you hater?
all my n-ggas eating that, everybody paid up
i say bail money, check, lawyer money, check
goons on deck, they all catch wreck
yessir, that dirty money get you murdered bout it
n-gga i ain’t worried bout it, i know you heard about it
knick knack pattywhack, buy a b-tch a louis bag
tell her put that work in there and transport all that through a cat
and bring that money back
i put that b-tch in the field like she a running back
just to make my money stack
red stripe horses, double g’s porsches
make the haters nauseous, hot sh-t, of course it’s
the boy from the north side, my swagger on fire
can’t stop k!lling these n-ggas like mike myers
i go hard, so so hard
like a motherf-cking p-rno star
like f-ck these b-tches, i be on my grind
if it ain’t about no benjamins, i’m like never mind
i fell in love, bad b-tches and dollar signs
me and tip, back of the back, i recline
reminiscing on days that i didn’t have sh-t
just to book me for a show that’s gon cost you a half a brick
if i ain’t had that haze, baby know i had that white
the da want to roof a n-gga like a satellite
cause i was up and trapping, trapping ‘fore i grabbed the mic
and i had the 38 special ‘fore i had the mike’s
and i was riding on n-ggas ‘fore i had a bike
i tell a n-gga he a b-tch like a hermaphrodite
i got bad b-tch dollar sign appet-te
you kept me on the corner shine like a traffic light
yeah, on post like a mail box
cops watch my every move and i don’t even sell rock
just a couple months ago, i was on the cell block
me and peed, gunna state rolling in the cell lock
whole hood know i’m flame, they say that i’m h-ll hot
drop 50 on you, cops see the semi sh-ll shot
and you gon rat like splinter
catch you wrong time, n-gga sn-tch your whole dinner
i was down for the summer, imma grind the whole winter
by the time the spring fall the wrist be looking like december
yeah, and that’s colder than a motherf-cker
you still rapping dog? you older than a motherf-cker

[outro]
meek milly, yeah
we getting money f-cking b-tches on you haters man
how you living n-gga? 215 aphillyated
grand hustle p-ssy bh, we straight

- meek mill lyrics

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