| Hundred for the walkthrough I’m not who you talk to
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| Drive by wet you up, nigga thats a carpool
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| Spitting all this hot shit, every single bar cool
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| Diamonds in the rollie face, animated cartoon
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| Call me Meek Milly I don’t play that shit
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| Got me on my nappy braids before the Maybach clique
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| Riding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shit
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| And all I rock is Balmain like I made that shit
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| I’ve been, front row fashion week
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| Looking like I’m in the show
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| Sitting in the foreign leather, softer than a dinner roll
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| Make a movie on your bitch, tell her friend to get a role
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| You thought she was innocent
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| We laughing like she been a ho
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| Chopping up those benzos
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| Me yo bitch in the friend zone
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| She told you I was friendzoned, what?
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| I’m in the endzone
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| Touchdown with a 2 point conversion
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| Give her that dick long
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| She busting like the clip long
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| Uber to send your bitch home nigga
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| I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitch
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| Feeling sick I gotta fever bitch
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| In these philly streets situations is
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| Police ain’t respecting the youth and
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| The youth ain’t respecting the truth and
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| The Glock 9 on me in the booth and
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| All I talk is that real shit the truth and
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| The money turned your bitch into a gold digger
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| The money got me feeling like the old Jigga
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| And Jigga even told me you a cold nigga
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| They ain’t believe me I was broke
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| But I showed niggas and I told niggas
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| That I would dispose niggas
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| Went to buy a pair of sneaks
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| Landed at the rawest dealer
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| Brand new paper tag
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| Haters never made me mad
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| You get at your baby momma
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| I’m flyer than her baby dad
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| Looking at my neck
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| What that cost? |
| Hundred-eighty cash
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| Looking at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey Dash
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| We was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, Dame and Dash
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| Oh you think you fly with your lil' dream chasin' ass?
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| We don’t chase bitches, we chase money and that (D'ussé)
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| Cause when you get money, the hoes do whatever you say
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| Riding in a drop head, Phantom with the toupe
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| And if you’re just hearing this, then it’s probably too late
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| I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitch
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| Feeling sick I gotta fever bitch
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| In these philly streets situations is
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| Police ain’t respecting the youth and
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| The youth ain’t respecting the truth and
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| The Glock 9 on me in the coupe and
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| All I talk is that real shit the truth and
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| Meek Milly
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| Mack Milly
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| Get smacked silly
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| Come to Philly
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| Come see it live in direct
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| You know it, God dammit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Classic , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album Dreams Worth More Than Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп