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free smoke - meek mill lyrics

[verse]
come to my hood, you know i’m the one
sh*t so real, my dad got k!lled, since i been little, been loadin’ my gun
i’m in the field like saquon barkley, fourth and two, you know i’ma run
og keep on poppin’ that sh*t, when he touch down, he knowin’ he done
i like glocks and money, i like glocks and money, you know where i’m from, yeah
show no mercy on n*ggas, i swear for god, i ain’t heard of you n*ggas
i ain’t really gotta move my diamonds, still jump off vertical, n*gga (bling, bling)
i’m in a penthouse, movin’ with your babymom, gettin’ real surgical, n*gga (what up?)
the p*ssy was water, you know how i did her (you know), i was foldin’ her up
puttin’ d*ck in her throat while i was grabbin’ her hair, this time she throwin’ it up
when we leave out the club, got thirty bad b*tches, they all can’t go in the truck
got a whole lot of chops, you try get the drop, n*gga probably gonna turn to dust (brrt)
from dust to dawn, trappin’ that sh*t from dust to dawn
i’m tryna see what the f*ck she on, i told her to move on the hush, she drawn
i said, “i don’t wanna play no caresha or uno, baby, the f*ck we doing?”
she ain’t even know this a million in jewelry on me, no bussy on (no way), that’s crazy
i been crackin’ since back in the ’80s (let’s go)
she entertained me in back of the ‘cedes (let’s go)
in the trenches, i do what i want, ever since i was young, n*ggas never could play me
i’m the one, i ain’t never debating, they told me i couldn’t, i said i would make it
my new crib in the back of the woods, just to get to the gate, walk seven more acres
walk it out, walk it out
we got them choppers, these n*ggas wanna talk it out (wow)
tellin’ them people he beefin’ with me and i really don’t know what he talkin’ ’bout (wow)
i still come through, culli, phantom, maybach, take up the parking lot (skrrt)
they had thought i was leasin’, at least we the only real n*gga they talkin’ ’bout
i’m givin’ her bands, she came out her pants, i’m makin’ her dance, her n*gga a fan
i ain’t tryna play, no, really, i’m sayin’
i came in the rolls and dipped in the lamb’
i’m really the goat, no, really, i’m sayin’ (no, really)
and my flow on curry
somewhere in dubai, my whole crew ride rolls royce, we ain’t got no worries
[outro]
as i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
jump in the lamb, and a bunch of diamonds shadow my neck
n*ggas talk behind my back, wanna see the last of my breath
we ain’t never gon’ die, n*gga

- meek mill lyrics

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