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Meek Mill
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Meek Mill feat. Rick Ross
I wanna know how ni**as going to jail Telling on ni**as, coming back home and it still being cool
Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna know I wanna know, if a ni**a ain't really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in Ni**as still letting it fly like it's cool, I really wanna know man This s**t getting different out here it's getting spooky
(1) Now when that s**t went down with Chris, you wrote a check In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect, you a fraud So what that tell me? You a pu**y and a fan Say the wrong s**t you know the shooters at your neck I just wanna know, if you ain't write that running through the six s**t Tell us who the f**k was Quentin running through the six with? Running through the six with my woes Counting money you know how it goes All the real live forever baby And the fake get exposed Ni**as writing for you cause you know you never did s**t When I threw that out, I was trying to catch a big fish We the type of ni**as to tie your mother up F**k your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pu**y You really sweet, I call you buttercup You f**king dork you changed the style because you studied us Coming with the same flow Switching up your lingo We just want a refund, this ain't what we paid for Every time that we come, we get what we came for Spitting another ni**as s**t, but you claim you king though?
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(2) Money make a fake ass ni**a look real again Money make a s**ker that told look trill again Says a lot about all the people that's feeling him But I'ma show you bi**h ass ni**as we're real again Heard that other ni**a talking we ain't get back yet Let's keep it short, ni**a you ain't get your chick back yet And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that check You went from Clear Port to buddy pass you miss that jet, hold up 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
Cat, I got to take them off of here, that's right I got to take them off of here, there's only one And that's me, you understand? Fore all that fighting, you understand? S**ka thinks he good S**ka thinks he can whoop me And I know he can't whoop me and I Hey boy, the ni**a whole style is chump, you understand? When it comes to me you understand Let me get mines first Then after I get mine, y'all can do what you wanna do
(3) You know you f**ked up right? You shoulda just said nothing Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop All I hear is platinum that platinum this Meanwhile I'm on the cover with a platinum chick I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip Ni**as frauds I told the truth, don't ask me s**t All this industry fake enemy and rap s**t It's never really my style we got cash to get I really started from nothing now it's back to s**t Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bi**h Hold up, let that b**ch breathe
Yeah this is called popping s**t There's no cut on it There's no cut on it If your feelings get hurt You feel like ohhh that's an arrogant little No this is the truth and the truth hurts Haven't I paid my dues? Haven't I went through the storm? Didn't I weather the storm? Ni**as is gone and I'm here
() You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater ni**a, we ain't forget Real ni**as back in style this s**t is lit This that Ja Rule
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