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letra de meat (feat. audi) (remastered - album version) - ill91

[chorus / ill91]
my babe be lookin’ so s-xy
wanna grab her ass yea
rub it up her thigh meat
can’t even imagine what things could be
if she wasn’t d-mn near messin’ with me
she got out, miami breeze
throwin’ up her sandals fast, gonna hit d-mn the trees
building f-ckin’ sandcastles near the blue sea
so good at this sh-t, she ain’t no rookie
[verse 1 / audi & ill91]
yeah yeah
wake up do the dash (i do the dash)
hop in the v8 we goin h-lla fast
popping bones, yeah, they call me nash
when i see the line curry, call it splash (splash)

mothaf-cka i’m flying come watch me soar
might cop this b-tch out, in fendi, dior
designer so white it look just like mayo
we goin off platinum just like the migos (quavo!)

i ain’t hittin no layups
b-tch you get dunked on
so f-cking bored man let me get my funk on
wack ass b-tch yea you need a top up (put your f-cking top up)
get out my area, sh-t you need a drop box

[verse 2 / ill91]
i’m like ricky, i keep my mouth open
we hop on apex, yeah keep that sh-t scoped in
i only rap bars, i don’t need no mention
hop on a track, it’s a different dimension
put this sh-t on spotify, make it go worldwide
hear kids listening to it down in mumbai
it’s 3 a.m. all we write now is fire
this sh-t so good it’ll never expire
[bridge / ill91]
i pull up, hit the 180 in the accord
she drive a lil’ white benz it got 4 door
i asked her, i said whatcha gonna eat?
she said it’s gonna be her and my meat
lookin at my lap she gon’ take a seat
sh-t was so good i might need myself a repeat
b-tch i’m the man, i’mma go grab a whole suite
got me feelin’ like the wolf down on wall street
d-mn, i can’t stop right now yeah boy
sh-t got me turnt up, like f-ck this, get loud boy
i’mma keep spittin’ till the last verse wraps up boy
if you think this sucks then calm down, you’re just mad boy

[chorus / ill91]
my babe be lookin’ so s-xy
wanna grab her ass
yeah, rub it up her thigh meat
can’t imagine what things could be
if she wasn’t d-mn near f-ckin’ with me

she got out, miami breeze
throwin’ up her sandals fast, gonna hit d-mn the trees
building f-ckin’ sandcastles near the blue sea
so good at this sh-t, she ain’t no rookie

- ill91

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