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yung mal & lil quill - meek milly lyrics

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[intro: yung mal]
huh
gudda tay on every beat, n-gga
gudda, gudda, gudda, gudda, gudda, yeah

[chorus: yung mal]
they tried to hold me down, like i’m meek, i’m chasin’ milli’ (cash)
pull up to the spot, we got p’s, n-gga, just like diddy
we gon’ ride on they -ss like it’s philly
send hundred shots, we gon’ make them boys feel it
still in the pot in the kitchen
used to be hot, mama whipped me with switches
now i pull in the hood in a bentley
hah, hoes on my d-ck so i’m droppin’ the top
one in the head, it stay c-cked (c-cked)
know a hater gon’ hate but i’m never gon’ flop
you think that’s your ho, boy, stop (boy, stop), huh
i had that ho at the spot
she f-ckin’ the gang, we send her to the bus stop, huh
cash run too long, n-gga got racks on racks, this sh-t don’t stop

[verse 1: yung mal]
got carats inside ’em, my watch don’t tick, it jump like a bunny hop
we gon’ spin an opp’s block with the stick
every night, n-gga, sh-t ain’t gon’ never stop
i’m feelin’ like pac
death around the corner, i’m goin’ hard ’til my heart stop
i know that they plottin’, they watchin’
wanna take my spot, wanna get what i got
whether they like it or not, i’ma be at the top
with them bands, b-tch, sippin’ a four of wock’ (mud)
and before i die, i’ma leave my son with like twenty m’s in the stash spot (m’s, cash)
we runnin’ through millies
new watch richard mille
rockin’ adidas, raf simon
b-tch i feel like meek milly (mill, hah)

[chorus: yung mal]
they tried to hold me down, like i’m meek, i’m chasin’ milli’ (cash)
pull up to the spot, we got p’s, n-gga, just like diddy
we gon’ ride on they -ss like it’s philly
send hundred shots, we gon’ make them boys feel it
still in the pot in the kitchen
used to be hot, mama whipped me with switches
now i pull in the hood in a bentley
hah, hoes on my d-ck so i’m droppin’ the top
one in the head, it stay c-cked (c-cked)
know a hater gon’ hate but i’m never gon’ flop
you think that’s your ho, boy, stop (boy, stop), huh
i had that ho at the spot
she f-ckin’ the gang, we send her to the bus stop, huh
cash run too long, n-gga got racks on racks, this sh-t don’t stop

[verse 2: lil quill]
think this your ho? boy, stop
she cannot hop in this whip, she gotta go to the bus stop
double g, got bumblebees all on my low-tops
these vvs diamonds be hittin’ on my tank-top
so many racks, what i can’t cop?
gotta run this sh-t up ’til my heart stop
bustdown on my wrist like a raindrop
rolls royce, no, this not a range
i just got me a big old bag
i just hopped in the foreign with the big old dash
stack it up, i got big old cash
still gon’ hate on the side, they big old mad
bad b-tch with a big old -ss
put that b-tch on the curb like some big old trash
all these carats, they really gon’ dance
big rocks, water, splash

[chorus: yung mal]
they tried to hold me down, like i’m meek, i’m chasin’ milli’ (cash)
pull up to the spot, we got p’s, n-gga, just like diddy
we gon’ ride on they -ss like it’s philly
send hundred shots, we gon’ make them boys feel it
still in the pot in the kitchen
used to be hot, mama whipped me with switches
now i pull in the hood in a bentley
hah, hoes on my d-ck so i’m droppin’ the top
one in the head, it stay c-cked (c-cked)
know a hater gon’ hate but i’m never gon’ flop
you think that’s your ho, boy, stop (boy, stop), huh
i had that ho at the spot
she f-ckin’ the gang, we send her to the bus stop, huh
cash run too long, n-gga got racks on racks, this sh-t don’t stop

[outro: yung mal]
gudda tay on every beat, n-gga



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