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Mad About Bars - S4-E18 P2 Lyrics - Artist : Meekz
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Make me wanna milly rock Front page GMP for beeji where I've been as hot Different city different squat Still licking off Whip it 'till it's flipping rocks Get it cheap if the spinners hot Some shit I need to finish off Collect the pack and jack my stack I'm doing home runs Times when we was fucked and we had no funds Hunger in your belly when the doe comes Smoke will fill your whole lungs Times when we was so young Hit licks and then we go cunch I ain't interested in slow funds More to rap than doe guns This one is for the old slums I've been rapping from a baby ask my own mum So it's only right that the shows come My niggas rattin hope he throw up Real niggas rap and hope the blow up The shit I did to get my doe up Shit I did to get my doe stay cold You can never clone Put it on my life or the 100 racks on my pebble phone I remember locked up they had me listening to R'n'B Listening to no rap, no cap they ain't as hard as me Got me spillin Bs on my Versace jeans How the fuck did I not make a mill before Cardi B? I should have signed, they hard to please Now they see me like: "It can't be meekz" Little barbie freaks say I'm hard to meet I know real made men got locked and see their doe vanish Mrs left now they listing to old classics 'Shh' lost a half an M Don't panic Now he's living so Spanish Hollow tips and clips will make your soul vanish Think I know Juju, the way I make a hole vanish Whips it with the magic make an O spasm No new flows dawg, this m old pattern |
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