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[Intro: Mike Tyson interview] [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Yea, it's a lot of bad bitches in the building, amen Came in the game killing niggas, J Lin When it come to... some shit I probably ate in And I got that four door Aston Martin on the way in Y'all niggas come out, all the hoes stay in Every time I come out, movie in the making Realest nigga in it all you got to do is say it If a nigga rap dissing, when I see him I'm a spray him Like bang, nigga it ain't no game Philly niggas ain't the same, step in your lane Before that chopper hit your brain stay out the frame Cause when I let it Bada-Boom, that's Bada-Bang Pussy nigga ahhhh [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Right back like I never left Rollie on my wrist cost a Camaro, yea the double S Ever since I made a milli, I ain't been in trouble yet Still walk in the building, then go bonkers with a hundred racks Hundred stacks, hell yea, hell yea fucking right Boy I got your favorite singer really tryna fuck tonight Y'all niggas was sleeping on me, I was really up at night Trying to chase my dream, now I ball out the team Letras de cancionesMan I lean off of this phantom, "I'm a boss", my anthem MMG my clique, that's why your bitch all on my dick I got thirty racks in my pocket, I keep thirty shots in my clip I get thirty racks for my verses, y'all don't get paper like this I'm getting money, must be Illuminati They think I signed up cause I just bought a new Ferrari And when I make a hundred I'm a buy a new Bugatti I be with some Philly niggas, they just trying to shoot somebody Tell 'em, I swear I tried to tell'em (tell 'em) Lampin' in this penthouse, I started from the cellar And if she want that hammer all up in her I'm a nail her Word to my nigga Ricky, we gon kill the game this summer From Letras Mania