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tafia & meek mill - nice tab lyrics

[intro: meek mill]
(nick papz, this how you thuggin’? cool, i’m thuggin’ too)
gang

[verse 1: meek mill]
broke boys cannot beef with us, they know they won’t win
young n+ggas was k!llin’, so we treated ’em like they grown men
she got off that pill, she started tweakin’ and f+cked her own friend
she get around meek mill, she turn to freak, this b+tch be on ten
she wanna cut off her girls and go with me, count a whole m
if we bein’ for real, these n+ggas know me and i don’t know them
big chopper, arps, yeah, i’m tryna show them
playin’ greazy new glock four+feezy, me and bro ‘nem
i be in the trench, ain’t call n0body, i’m just poppin’ up
n+ggas know i get paranoid with them choppers, only god we trust
pay who to do what? you n+ggas trippin’, i almost shot it up
i’m sippin’, got me shotted up, you n+ggas ain’t never slide for us
you n+ggas ain’t never ride for me
i’m in a brand+new maybach with a glock 45 with me
you gettin’ dropped from the label, you p+ssy, you can’t even sign to me
i turn my wolf up on them sheeps, it ain’t no slimin’ me
swing them switches, f+ck it

[chorus: tafia & meek mill]
don’t even try to run that game on me, that’s for your lame homies
i got more than a couple grand on me, ho, your rent money (let’s go)
she love the way i pop it, i’m from the street, this sh+t stem from it
i ain’t gotta c+ck it, all i do is reach, that’s the end of it
ooh, couple grand
yeah, price tag on your head leave you layin’ where you stand
price tag on this b+tch, she on her head, doin’ a stand
nice tab on her wrist, get the ap with the orange band, aw man
[verse 2: tafia]
couple grand
that there’ll get you a starter pack of ‘za, but lil’ one’d rather slide
he still wanna rob them n+ggas ain’t put him on, i see it in his eyes
i told that n+gga don’t stress it, get your check, they gon’ see you on the other side
i know how it feel, these n+ggas ain’t real, that’s why they don’t last too long
i know n+ggas k!ll, that’s why we k!ll too, n+gga, problem solved
he done popped a seal, he tryna taste it, you gon’ have to buy it
she like how it feel, but don’t suck d+ck, you gon’ have to try it
then she faced it, i leaned back, embraced it
this her lucky day like the bracelet
couple grand for this lil’ lady
got the script, changed up a couple pages (pages)

[verse 3: meek mill]
i done took this sh+t up to another level
i done put the bentley boys with the trap, now it come together
i done put celebrity on celebrity and made ’em f+ck together
had them doin’ a verzuz on my d+ck, they ate my nut together
it’s up forever
heard you goin’ broke too, you got debt forever
we tryna catch lil’ whoadie at that light and leave him stuck forever
i just know y’all n+ggas better pick y’all side or y’all get flushed together
i had gave lil’ ma like thirteen thou’, that sh+t was stuck together
this new money
none of this sh+t ain’t new to me
i gotta tuck my bl!ck when i be out, they tryna youtube me
og tryna tell me, “spin on who?” sh+t, i’m like, “you do it”
told him somebody gotta make it out this b+tch no matter who do it (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: tafia]
don’t even try to run that game on me, that’s for your lame homies
i got more than a couple grand on me, ho, your rent money (let’s go)
she love the way i pop it, i’m from the street, this sh+t stem from it
i ain’t gotta c+ck it, all i do is reach, that’s the end of it

- tafia meek mill lyrics

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