| Yeah, Philly in this bitch!
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| Loso waddup?
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| I’m from a city where the skinny niggas ride
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| With a Semi .45, make the biggest niggas fold up, roll up
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| I dunn seen the realest niggas froze up
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| When that Mac squeezing hollows leave your back, leaking that
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| Decent if you want to, everytime I come through
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| Everybody whispering, talking what they gon' do
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| Hundred grand in straight cash don’t make me put it on you
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| And have your own homies trying to swarm you, I’m sworn to
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| Riding with this Glock .40 and I got it on, too
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| They tell me to put it down, but they don’t know what I’m going through
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| Niggas playing checkers, and this is chess
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| So what’s a pawn to a king that nigga got his money right
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| You niggas on a hunger strike
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| When I was dead-broke, man I used to grind a hundred a night
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| A hundred a days selling white, I tell you it ain’t nothing nice
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| I be going so hard, I don’t see my son at night
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| Baby mama bitching, I’m just trying to get my young’un right
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| Started with a dollar, to a half a ticket
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| And I just signed my deal today for all you rapping niggas
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| Money ain’t a joke, you see me laughing niggas?
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| All my goonies they ain’t talking, they just clapping niggas
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| You gonna think my dog a roofer, brought a ladder with him
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| My other homie a mechanic, got his ratchet with him
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| And they shootin' for real, they shooting to kill
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| I got some homies up state, they doing the wheel
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| I remember niggas shooting for dear life
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| 30 years on us, cops pulling the red lights
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| We riding with them hammers
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| Know a couple young’uns that died before their grandma
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| Trying to play with hammers
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| A lot of niggas fronted back when I was in the slammer
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| But, now I got that paper in, and I be going bananas
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| Like Tony the Montana, Nino and the Carter
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| Got me leaning even harder with this Nina in my cargoes
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| I can’t meet em any farther if the niggas want the work
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| Tell em meet me out North, 20- something and Berks
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| Used to be with 50 niggas, 20 of em got murked
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| 20 of them turned pussy, the other 10 put in work
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| Yeah! |
| I’m screaming «this is the life»
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| If you ain’t hoopin' then you whipping the white
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| Or either hitting the white
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| I talked to em try to give them advice
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| Niggas get left, they wasn’t living too right
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| Yeah! |
| Uh, niggas get left, they wasn’t living too right
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| Y’all don’t really hear me tho |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yall Dont Hear Me, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Dont Panic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп