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[Meek Millz:] Flamers Haha drama I got em I got em beast I sed you be where the lames be I be where it's poppin at Money cars clothes and hoes yea I get alot of dhat Hataz talkin dirty bout the kid we ain't buyin 40 oughta clean em up, soak em like a laundromat Bitches throwin pussy trynna fuck me, where the condom at? See I'm zeemin trynna keep my semen I ain't down with dhat Lil bitches crazy dey wanna have my baby cause bank account ben franklin out MAYBE My president is black, my glock is two and I probly put a lock on a block near you I sed my niggaz get the drop, dey gon drop air you I was neva scared of what What chu heard fear who I can see with clear view you fuck boyz is pussy and I be on my chill but all u gotta do it push me And my goonz be wishin for me get a nigga baried, I jus give the word and push yo shit back like paliminary Cemetary bitch u worry fuck you like the bitch you married Nigga you ain't heard I'm bout word like a dictionary shit chu spit is fictionary [Music Fades] I'm so trilla swingin through the jungle like gorilla bananna clip pealer Niggaz sleepin on you cause u softer den a pillow Ol pussy talkin reckless like a killer and uh the draws is for the bitches Hallows for the snitches we dnt play with revolvers play with choppas with extenders I'm a BOSS I tell the hoe to drop nd get the business From Letras Mania