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lirik lagu do dat dere – meek mill

(feat. gillie & oschino)

[meek mill:]
i said i’m cooler than a fan fresh like it’s easter
pull up on that b*tch and be like osta laviestah
heser thought that’s what they all say geezers
i just f*cked her yesterday homie you can keep
her believe her i don’t do noffin i ‘ma ball i’m a stand
up n*gg* i jump up every time i fall (every time i lost ha)
i came back like cooked crack got my head up in the
game and i ain’t never look back (never) i said i’m good
i’m a hood i wish a n*gg* would try to take me for a sucker
he get hit up if be could can’t shake up for noffin they
be hatin but for what cause i anit even get a deal but
when i do they be like uhh! sick ya b*tch all up on my
d*ck, cause you a bust, you a flee and i’m a g, i ain’t no
crip i ain’t no blood but i don’t benel i don’t budge i keep
that semi by my girl that n*gg* took me fire up i let that sh*t
blow write em up, i said i ain’t got that henley, u know i got
that good sh*t n*gg*s rolling on that dirt they be smokin that
reggie bush cause they always speak my name but when
they see me they never look cause they know i keep that
flamers hold up that a nova book i said them shooters on deck
gooneys over there and that ain’t even countin for tuder that i
wear, i said they b*tches, p*ssy, cochey over there so
many pistol like we shootin for a movie over here

p.a they don’t pop, lock, and drop it round here in north philly
they stop c*ck and pop it put you on your diet bed you wanna
lay it diet bus ya head on out that bread that n*gg* be not dead
try it i’m a mother f*ckin gangter spank you with that w*ngser
soak you with that toaster you n*gg*s straight chocken p*ssy *ss n*gg*s
for a hundred i’ll soak ya leave ya wife gushey, i’m messin with rookies
ma drop top riddin and my flow c*ck ridin and i’m hangin out that window
and i won’t stop firen until a n*gg* on the ground and he twitchen i walk up on em
look em in his eyes stop b*tchen his mama fillin reports da boy he missin these
n*gg*s tellin lies they ain’t never sold a pigeon, thwey got rto go to bet to se
how i’m livin just got to northphilly and ask for that boy gillie they gonna tell you hes a gangster
i’m a feeno you know i got them keelo, you know i got that fish if you tryna find nemo
my glock straight from clemseo, u can be pro u tryna burn meh

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