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Meek Mill

Robert Williams, better known by his stage name Meek Mill, is an American hip hop recording artist from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He was briefly signed to Atlanta rapper T.I.'s label Grand Hustle Records and in February 2011 signed to Miami-based rapper Rick Ross' Maybach Music Group. more »

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(Yo Nick Papz make it slap, brrt)
Anybody go against the gang is real bad karma with them choppers
Ya dig?
Chasers
Woah, uh

Niggas know who run the city, I'm like, "Yeah-yeah"
Gave my sister platinum AmEx card, was just on welfare
My dawg had asked me to bring the AR out, and I'm like, "Hell yeah"
Y'all only be poppin' out here to clock 'cause y'all know 12 there
Still step on you like twelve stairs, I can't take no more
Catch you rappin', snatch him out his juice, 'cause I can't fade no more
Ridin' with some shit, R-C-O-D can't even play no more
You swing on me, my dawg attack
That's switch hit, it don't spray no more, he emptied that
I'm from Philly, backdoor, we get into that
I would really whack you 'bout that shit you said on the internet
Richard Millie right here in the trenches where we sittin' at
He try cut through the alley and got smoked right where the fence is at
They don't know where my mental at (they don't)
I think niggas think it's sweet 'cause I've been givin' back
Called cuzzo, take them rentals back

Yeah, we them niggas that been poppin' all that big boy shit
Brand new AP on my wrist, know that's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah (brrt)
Who wanna go to war?
Show way too much love to all these niggas, I can't even show no more
Put this bitch on seventeen PJ's, that ain't your ho no more
Send the blitz, them killers come with that switch 'til they can't blow no more
Brrt, blow it, yeah

Lately, I been like, "F*ck niggas" (for what?)
'Cause I don't trust niggas
Cut 'em off, I don't f*ck with 'em, must be a f*ck-nigga
Big Phantom in the trenches, feel like a truck, nigga
I can f*ck for free, but I give her racks 'cause I f*ck with her
Million dollar jewelry, I ride Louis with my Dawn with it
She act like a groupie, I get stupid on it, won't hit it
I fear no nigga, I'm here, four killers
No tellin' how I'm comin', it might be Cullinan or four-wheeler
She ain't tellin' that we f*ck, 'cause she can tell that I got more bitches
More Glocks, more switches, trappin' off of four listings
Yeah, and these niggas don't want no war with us
Posted up in them trenches, I got that chop' right by the store with us
I get to lockin' in, like I went broke when I need more millions
More money, more killers, shit just make me more vicious
I flew her out on the one-way, ain't been back, 'cause she on tour with us

Yeah, we them niggas that been poppin' all that big boy shit
Brand new AP on my wrist, know that's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah (brrt)
Who wanna go to war?
Show way too much love to all these niggas, I can't even show no more
Put this bitch on seventeen PJ's, that ain't your ho no more
Send the blitz, them killers come with that switch 'til they can't blow no more
Brrt, blow it, yeah

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