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[Intro: Meek Mill] |
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See its brackets nigga |
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Them hoes ain't fucking you cuz you ain't in that bracket nigga |
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Learn life, its levels to this shit young boy |
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Ay O you feel me |
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[Hook: Meek Mill] |
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Lil nigga we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hoes |
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Cuz its levels to this shit |
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Lil nigga we don't drive the same whips, we don't fuck the same chicks |
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Cuz its levels to this shit |
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Lil nigga we don't get the same paper, you a motherfuckin' hater |
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Boy its levels to this shit |
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Lil nigga cuz its levels to this shit |
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Lil nigga cuz its levels to this shit |
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Oh lord |
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[Verse 1: Meek Mill] |
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Cuz its levels to this shit, levels to this shit |
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Can't fuck my ho cuz its levels to this bitch |
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And I be rocking prada like a devil in this bitch |
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And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch |
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And I'm heavy as it get |
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Shining like a motherfuckin' bezel on my wrist |
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All my niggas mobbing so we heavy in this bitch |
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30 grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist |
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Cocaine, most saying, young nigga blowing up - Kurt Cobain |
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Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne |
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And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom |
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Swerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve on 'em |
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Cuz I heard the feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em |
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But a nigga back home and now niggas roll wit him |
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Caught a case what you think, nigga fucking told on 'em |
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I ain't get my shit snatched yet |
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You ain't get your bitch back yet |
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One call, niggas aim that tech |
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Blood drawn, headshot nigga brains on step |
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Hot shit if you pop shit |
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And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shit |
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We young niggas, we winning I pull up, drop shit |
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Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith |
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[Hook: Meek Mill] |
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[Verse 2: Meek Mill] |
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Damn Tommy you ain't got no job |
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DC, we the motherfuckin' mob |
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Young nigga getting straight to the money |
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In a range with your honey, I pull up like ahh |
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I make them power moves with Jay and them |
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Them boys shooting don't play with them |
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Maybach, Rozay and them |
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Rolling down Collins call Rugs hit the A with them |
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Compound niggas live now |
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If its the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron now |
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I call up Odyssey tell them bitches to calm down |
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I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm flying around |
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And I don't fuck with no niggas |
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If they don't fuck with my niggas |
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And I ain't fucking no bitches |
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If they fucking my niggas |
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[Hook: Meek Mill] |
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill] |
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One time for the real niggas |
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Two times for the bad bitches |
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Y'all suckas be cuffing hoes |
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Cuz y'all suckas never had bitches |
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I hit the dealer bought another Rolls |
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That's the reason why you mad nigga |
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That's the reason why you hating on me |
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I love balling, my bad nigga |
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Cuz its levels to this shit |
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Levels to this shit |
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Can't fuck my ho cuz its levels to this bitch |
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Cuz its levels to this bitch |
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And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch |
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Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up |
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[Hook: Meek Mill] |
