Ain't I
Meek Mill, Nitty
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Ain't I ain't I ain't I Ain't I ain't I ain't I Ain't I on some shit Ain't I f*ck your bitch Ain't I Grand Hustle ain't I f*ck with TIP Drama be the DJ I just spit that shit and he Gon' bring it back like replay I come from the east side Run shit like a relay Bunch of Philly killers with me They all look like Freeway I know what we do is wrong You can catch me in the Hood probably somewhere don't belong I keep with my tre pound long And Omelly keep his glit His clip hold like 33 that's Three circles from a brick On some shit, that's your bitch No it ain't cause she ours Pull up to the club we be on Banshees and CRs Ask about us who we are I'm a young king I'm wassup I ain't asking for no ride I Made it here all by myself Come for the belt ya for the ring Ask your ho I do my thing I was locked up in the pen but Still I shine like I was bling On the block with that Yao Ming Tryna move that China white Ya I grind like I ain't even About to blow like dynamite I'm that Bull just call me Mike I change hoes just like they're clothes I change O's just like they're floors And keep my money for them hoes I keep money on re-load I keep cash up in this stack I don't even know these lames but Yet they Joe me like Jihad And I just laugh, Joe me like GI Bitch I'm trying to f*ck you You keep worrying about TI Haters they can see I'm all about my BI Bitch I been on swag Ain't I on my job Lotta niggas hate cause we be Moving like the mob my boys in all black Nigga run his mouth then then Nigga lose his cap West Philly back block that's where You find me at state they got my nigga Dean I be on promethazine Show you how we walk them down No time with them triple beams I get a jawn break it Down let my youngins grind You see them tres of the meter And they done with dime You had your work all week shit I hustle mine I hustle hard Hustle hard I ain't never fine I just hit a lick, all white bricks F*ck the drought we be flipping Like a light switch ask my nigga he got a We like a junkyard, we stay with metal shit I can do it right or I can do it wrong You buy it soft Try to cook it you be losing homes Neef Buck told me get them where I fit in The mac look great but it's Gorgeous with the clip in And when it start to ripping Niggas start to scraping and dipping Hoping they don't catch it in their biscuit West side of Philly nigga that be me Disrespect and we check 'em like an ACG They say your green not fire Your white not oil you niggas at loyal when You shining like foil
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Written by: Robert Rihmeek Williams
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