Lyrics:
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Flexin when a nigga stunt
3 5 up ina blunt
Smokin like I'm cheech n chunt
High as fuck
At the gas station but forgot to pump
I see u mad
Thru my
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
town on ya Knuckles
Dat shit come with da Games Come with da Game
Being made By da Struggle
Dat shit come with the Game Come wit da Game
Three stacks
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Nigga Ain’t No Snitching
Hoe stop Bitchin 4 a Burkin
I ain’t Trickin . Get 2 licking
Put da Tip in . Den Go surfing
Money piling
fa doctors at this point ain't no mending these broken Pieces
That shit a shame what come wit a name
Charge it to the game
They be all up on my trail
bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool
Once again, another Trax productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet
Especially when you ain't
about no ass
I rather get a these millions
I rather know what I got coming fore I’m knowing it’s coming
It ain’t no crowds but you gone bow when my new
Stay tru 2 yaself an' thangs will change
We ben thru sum tuff timez mom late on rent
Tryin 2 get mine husslin like Larry Flynt
No food in da fridge
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
numberz in my phone
No one at da crib askin what time I'm comin home
I can't do it shawty I'm grown
I can't do it and I'm on my own
I aint got no ties but I
my friends we could go crazy
After that I'll probably leave you by yo lone bae
It ain't no shame
Yeah I said that you a trophy, but shit I got five
me through no text cause
I been trynna work it out
Make sure the family straight
Gotta keep a two three like LeBron James
Hangin up the phone
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
drop something anytime I want to
y'all done realized by now, the haters done fell off
Cause they ain't TRU 2 da game
I could never forget
Yeah,
Drought 3
Hahaha
Yeah
Scott Storch
Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at?
Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it
snitchin ain't droppin no dimes
Hey
I'm really kickin this shit like a punt
Roll his bitch ass ina blunt
He say it's up so I'm guessin it's up
They hate how
Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale
Any day of the week, good drink, great weed
One cup, one L, till the sun come up
Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I
bout’ shit I took (hold on 3x)
Learn from da’ Kingg don’t need no book
Water cuz’ your thirsty bitch don’t need no hook (get a cup)
No love for a hoe
You smokin' on da poot, she be sayin' dat I'm fresh
She suckin' on my dick, she ain't suckin' on my neck
Got her throwin' up 3's like she down with da
bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool
backs get pushed out
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
I'm scraping the bowl up, I'm whipping up cake mix
But this ain't red velvet don't eat it, ya smoke it
not giving up
True relentless
Like Micheal ...
If you aint know
No better
I bet you do now
I just gave you
The code to my silo
Nuclear (computer
Whoa Nelly, why do you lie your name
Ain't Nelly and it's a crying shame
You've been going by this misnomer
And Jesus, they say you died
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