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Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song final.round[braids], artist - J.Robb. Date of issue: 03.01.2019
Song language: English
final.round[braids] |
| Everybody know my name, Meek Milly flow is flames |
| Plus I got that fireman‚ puffers just called me Lil Wayne |
| And I got a little game‚ ho’s feel a nigga’s swag |
| Trying to fuck and suck me just to get they niggas mad |
| See me I just sit and laugh‚ you the one that wife that |
| You eating her and treating her, see I’m the one that pipe that |
| Soon as I’m finished with her, you can have her right back |
| If I get a piece of pie‚ my man got to slice that |
| Breakdown, takedown, shorty keep your mouth shut |
| This is what we do‚ 1−0-2, you ain’t about that |
| I don’t give a fuck, I’ll leave you stuck like a mousetrap |
| Middle of the city, tell your brother that get with me |
| I be stunting with the .50, caliber |
| They holler then I can jump out his Dickies and we be riding with them silencers |
| Ain’t nobody seeing me, the whole hood agree with me |
| I’m wiping niggas out, they like what I’m about |
| Every time I’m killing it, the whole hood feeling it |
| I got the word of mouth, right now I’m on the South |
| Dealing with them killing niggas, sheisty and gorilla niggas |
| Fuck it though we out, he talking what he about |
| Nigga making threats, it’s a bet |
| I’ll send my bloodhounds barking at his house |
| Them summer nights can even turn cold |
| In the streets of Philly where niggas don’t even get to turn old |
| My heart pump until it turn gold |