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damn meat - meat lyrics

i motivate these n*ggas
every morning i’m the one they cautch up wit (every morning)
i f*cked these hoes back on gram they don’t even like sh*t (it cool)
yo gram ain’t good without grabba it garbage (it’s boof)
your face ain’t ice ova here you target (let it loose)
everything good but i better on top
like a garnish (sweet tooth)
as soon as walk in i’m planning my exit u r*t*rded (oooooo)
touch a dollar feel a dollar enlarge it
bad b*tchs really in hale it (o)
i kno go gifted so it give me leverage
sorry officer i don’t know what check is (o)
it rocking over here yo b*tch check it
i’ll show her what fourth leg is (every morning)
i’ll take it home for grand kids
might smug my shoes if kicked it
baby i ain’t stabbing oil
i’m digging
change my number in the street im ringing
brown wit taqula might numb ya lip when sip it
n*gga a trippy not i’m tripping

this nike baby not gucci
wonder how ya b*tch
f*ckin knew me
herd bullet whistle
could of chewed me
i if had it back then u would’ve been a doogie
baby face on the block
this new me
keep ya attitude n ur coochie
shawdy blew me then f*ckin blew me
everything glass
see right through me
they gotta meet up n f*cking judge me
cuz my life f*cking a movie
she look back n smirk
when i grab her booty
free smurk need a tack with her
free work need a twerk song uzi
sh*tting on n*ggas so i went i p**py
chain from whatsapps who u fooli
pain kept me humble so i be cooli
back to school so i get that loose leaf
don’t wayne but she asking for toonchie
f*cked one of mines he must wanna cookie
she always double back i stamped that coochie
grandma i can’t stay home
cuz they love me outside
and tried hold my tongue
still got scrutinized
that was my demon lil b*tch
she just had angel eyes
i was be feeling myself
but sometimes i wanna hide
you don’t post that n*gga
is must be the hairline
can’t put my stick in that
only been f*cking wit 9s
my pocket full of change
but i still pick up ya dime
i still flip of the of dime
then hit u ya dime

i gotta grip on the night

i gotta grip on the night
she hugging me tight
fell like only move right
i gotta grip on the night

i told everybody put it on back
i thought would seen october
before that b*tch tell me get my gab
i told her i spent a quarter
quarter to a half ima flipper
moving with the wind this a hush
without a whisper
call that dat n*gga my bro
still try to f*ck my sister
i had one night with love
chought her on beach a n*gga
told my mama family is love
but can’t make like her n*gga
i don’t send shots
but most people just pretenders
i wasn’t touching chicken yet
still a top contender
play like food we smoke you for dinner
first one to loose how i ended the winner

i’m moving with time

halla halla halla
hallelujah
can’t wait telll i see the jeweler
can’t get a chain without a gun
that’s a real first person shooter
n*ggas only cool on computers
brought ya girl but
she a chooser
chi b*tch p*ssy bald
carlso booser
just need a pill to pop
she a gooker
but i’ll might looser her if can’t stay behind me

ur b*tch fold s*xy for some paper
oradgmai
and when i hug her
she breathe deep
i tough deep in her nanneee

- meat lyrics

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