letra de meal ticket - lil crix
[intro]
(d-mn-d-mn, donny, you k!lled this sh-t)
mm, mm, mm (what goin’ on?)
uh, uh, uh (ayy)
mm, mm, mm, mm
come on, come on, come on (mm, mm)
what i say, n-gga? (mm, mm)
[chorus]
i get a lo’, see my man, then i’m pouncin’ out (ayy, come here)
four nick’ hit ’em, he fell to the ground and started to bounce around (bounce around)
strong army ship off popeyes, pockets got nothin’ but spinach in it (spinach in it)
this money pink, blue and green, baby, i’ma meal ticket (a meal ticket)
spit in your mouth, bite on your neck, mm, while i stroke and hit it (mm)
you ain’t never seen a n-gga like this ’cause i’m gettin’ real chicken (real chicken)
[verse 1]
spent one fifty just to armor my car, i’m in a turtle, n-gga
all it took was me to smirk one time, wet like squirtle, n-gga (squirtle, squirtle)
see me in the woods, i’m beatin’ a bear ass, help that sh-t like eddie jackson
i made two hundred just off of trap, n-gga, could quit this rappin’ (i could quit this rappin’)
maybe i should stick to trappin’, i’m gettin’ cheese regardless (cheese regardless)
stuff a twenty ball in my pocket, sh-t like a cheesy omelet (cheese omelet)
spanish b-tch, bend her over, f-ck her, start to salsa, n-gga (f-ck her, start to salsa)
first big rapper you heard put lean inside a malta, n-gga (d-mn, a malta?)
i’m too rich to shoot a glock, i’ll shoot a walter, n-gga (i’ll shoot a walter)
old heads hatin’, turn around and f-ck they daughters, n-gga (f-ck they daughters)
[chorus]
i get a lo’, see my man, then i’m pouncin’ out (grrah)
four nick’ hit ’em, he fell to the ground and started to bounce around
strong army ship off popeyes, pockets got nothin’ but spinach in it (spinach in it)
this money pink, blue and green, baby, i’ma meal ticket (a meal ticket)
spit in your mouth, bite on your neck, mm, while i stroke and hit it
you ain’t never seen a n-gga like this ’cause i’m gettin’ real chicken (aw sh-t)
[verse 2]
you ain’t never see a n-gga with these hoes ’cause, b-tch, i’m big pimpin’ (big pimpin’)
do a bad b-tch like a slave master, give her a real whippin’
k!ll a n-gga, act like i ain’t do it, n-gga, that’s real rap (n-gga, that’s areal rap)
bad b-tch get a trip to hibachi and the nail tech (yeah, she do)
i just flipped the lil’ b-tch, she like, “it’s yours, daddy” (it’s your, daddy)
got three shows back-to-back, ’bout to pop a pink addy
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