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[Meek Mill:] I said I'm cooler than a fan fresh like it's easter Pull up a bitch she be like osta la vister Heser thought dats what they all say skeezers I just fucked her yesterday homie you can keep her Believe her I don't do nothin I'm a ball I'm a stand up nigga I jump up everytime I fall Everytime I lost I came back like cook crack Got my hand up in the game and I ain't never look back I said I'm good I'm hood I wish a nigga would Try to take me for a sucker he get hit up just because Can't shake em off for nothin Dey be hatin but for what Cause I ain't even get a deal but When I do they be like UHH! Sick ya bitch all up on my dick Cause you a bug You a flee and I'm a G I ain't no Crip I ain't no Blood But I don't bend no I don't budge I keep dat semi by my gut Letras de cancionesA nigga tempt me fire up I let that sig blow light em up I say I ain't got that hazy You know I got dat cush Niggas rolling on that dirt be smokin dat Reggie Bush Said dey always speak my name But when dey see me they never look Cause they know I keep that flame But hold up that's anotha book I said them shooters on deck Goonies over there And dat ain't even countin for tooly dat wear I said dey bitches, pussy, coochie over there So many clips it look like we shootin for a movie over here [Gillie:] E.A. dey don't pop, lock, and drop it Round here in North Philly Dey stop, cock, and pop it Put you on your dyin bed Leave you on dat lead dyin Bust ya head up out that bread A nigga bet not dare try it I'm a motherfuckin gangster Spank you with that banger Soak you with that toaster You niggaz straight cho-cha Pussy ass niggaz for tha hundred I'll soak ya Leave ya wet and gushy I'm messin with some rookies My drop top ridin And my glock cock ridin And I'm hangin out that window and I won't stop firen Til a nigga on the ground and he twitchin I walk down on em look em in his eyes stop bitchin His mama fillin reports da boy he missin These niggas tellin lies they ain't never sold a pigeon Ain't got to go to BET to see how I'm livin Just got to North Philly And ask for that boy Gillie (dey gonna tell you he's a gangster) [Oschino:] I'm Oschino You know I got dem kilos You know I got dat fish if you tryna find nemo My glocks straight from consemos Six feet p low you get d pro If you try to burn me like dat bitch Yolanda do niggaz pee holes Gucci frames dey shade my vision Showin my dick like circumcision Niggaz mad at me cause dey pockets flat like plasma televisions Elevate mind he probably fucked her I ain't mad nigga dats what's up Fuck dat bitch let's get deez bucks I bout my green in God I trust And trust I grind and coupes I drop More hot on da block Like when a cop get popped Got it jumpin hoppin scotch Why you hit nigga where da choppaz chop Standin tall as city hall Get on his CD nigga naw Weirdos I can't fuck with ya'll Meek in his bag nigga I'm in da broad My young bulls clap like a applause Be on ya ass like polo draws Gettin dollaz go-go bars Why you think we go so hard Straight from da hood we don't kno no laws All we kno is cars, broads, bars Mounts o'z, hard, weed in jars Guns, vest Hustle, rest, projects Killin, shootin, lootin We a mess No rep I talk with a tec Burn it down nigga dey correct Go to war with da ATF From Letras Mania