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ミーク・ミル( Meek Mill )
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In My Bag (Autotune Remix)
[Verse] Grand Hustle ya that's my clique Omelly ya that's my goon All I got to do is point and watch him pop you like balloon Shout out my nigga Meech, Pmon that's my dawg too I be fucking bitches and it's like he fuck 'em all too We ball through, she call me I hang up she call you He look at me smiling and I be like she wilding We styling SRT, Cherokee be growling Me I wear that wrist shot like I signed a deal with Prada My motto MOB I been about a dollar I'm [?]to cop Maserati you 'bout to go Marauder You nigga fucking with the wrong one Short temper long gun, I do this for the long run If I don't have a million by the type I'm twenty-five I swear to God I ain't rapping I'm in the hood trapping Trying to knock down bricks like the big bad wolf Tell my lawyer get me home this jail shit a bad look Hit her with a couple stacks and next week I had court Now I'm back and I'm a problem like fuck a mad book Streets respect it and in the jails I'm well know Eating the cheche talking to T.I.P on the cellphone Land up in the bed money and bitches to dwell on Let's powerhouse man hurry up get the hell home A mac like Charlie, make noise like a Harley Ride hard Ferarri, puffing that Bob Marley Knocking these rappers out the way like sorry Young nigga but I've been had game like Atari Killers on the left of me, gonnies to the right of me Haters even liking me they say I'm too nice to be Hated on I stayed upon the realest and the trillest Brick of cocaine will turn your neighborhood to Thriller I ain't gon' lie dawg I ain't never been a killer I always had heart that was from the start Forty on me always kept it on everywhere I walk So anywhere it went down I was riding Rosa Parks
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