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nice 2 meet you - lil bean lyrics

[intro]
(remedy)
just had another meeting with a label, nice to meet you
yeah

[verse 1]
tell brodie, “keep your gun ’round my city, this sh*t lethal”
i coulda bought a chain, but i just threw that to my people
just had another meeting with a label, nice to meet you
in la we slide, wish i was slidin’ with lil [?]
n*ggas like, they wanna meet this fire, let ’em greet you
f*ck could i complain, theses n*ggas ain’t even worth my sneakers
go crazy with these bags, but i’m just tryna take it legal
i can’t even send the thugs the songs, ’cause ya’ll the leakers
n*gga how you slime mе? n*gga who you body?
they like ’cause homiе pulled up on me in an audi
n*gga, i just pulled up on your b*tch, tootsie slidin’
it’s hard to hide the pain, so i just threw that in these diamonds
if that’s your girlfriend, how the f*ck you say it’s pimpin’?
i won’t say a word, just keep it on me when it’s tension
b*tches always say i’m actin’ funny, i been distant
bro a shooting guard, keep that shooter from the pistons

[chorus]
i’m just tryna get it out these p*ssies, what they owe me
labels like i’m goin’ h*lla crazy, now they on me
b*tch, i just went platinum in the streets, hood trophy
bro a shooting guard, he still shootin’ like he kobe
they just see this money, now they say i’m actin’ different
how is you my family, every time we meet it’s tension
bro just called from jail, it ain’t sh*t you out here missin’
still that same story, f*ck them suckas and they b*tches
[verse 2]
suckas h*lla mad we them n*ggas, we the topic
b*tches love when bner on a song, they know it’s boppin’
i’m a busy man, i can’t feed into no gossip
but i’mma show my ass, ’cause i know them n*ggas watchin’
every time i pull up to this b*tch, it’s some pressure
i’m tryin’ not to fall for these hoes, but they clever
took my soul, now she want a purse, i just met her
but if i smoke a rapper, i won’t even get a letter
n*gga we still vampin’, see a l!ck we stamp it
n*ggas say, “it’s up”, it ain’t sh*t that i can’t manage
zay just copped a mini desert eagle, doin’ damage
bner real magician with them bags, make ’em vanish
tell them n*ggas, “get up off my d*ck, you a groupie”
n*ggas can’t compare, if they could, then you losin’
bner really rich in real life, not a movie
guess i’m really him, my own ‘cuz said he’ll do me

- lil bean lyrics

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