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letra de broke the meter - lil mac gs9, rob wellz & reem

[chorus: lil mac gs9]
hop out the plane and land to a check
these b-tches, they on me, they know that i’m next
i’m only comin’ outside for a check
my n-ggas gon’ ride, they pull up with tecs
b-tch i’m a felon, i ain’t got a visa
i’m movin’ slo-mo, fours in a two-liter
i’m comin’ up fast, b-tch i broke the meter
this b-tch on my line but i wanna meet her

[verse 1: maui mac]
i got a chinese plug, i speak trappanese, uh
i just got a bad lil’ b-tch, said “bring me celine”, uh
pull up drippin’, yeah
i’m so fresh and so clean, ohh
i just post some act’, i’m still sippin’ on lean, ohh
go to ice box and i got iced out, uh
bad b-tch got nice mouth
i was trappin’, had to f-ckin’ take a different route, yeah
servin’ out my f-ckin’ momma house
go to ig, you be searchin’ for the clout, yeah
i was tryna get the backend
i just hopped to the jet
land to a f-ckin’ backend

[verse 2: rob wellz]
it’s getting chilly so i’m comfy again
shawty askin’ for a pilly ‘fore she hump me again
tryna have a simple day, it’s always something again
even when i get spare time it’s time to run things again
can’t be tired like a semi truck
need to be riding in a bentley truck
i’m not into trendy stuff
don’t need to pretend you suck
should we make amends or what?
i’m making ends and bucks
provide games, gems and trust
40 yeah, what’s up like
y’all lil’ n-ggas dizzy keepin’ up widdit
y’all can’t f-ck widdit
mud up in my cup, frigid
i’m runnin’ up digits
40 in the clutch winnin’
find your jeep
and we gon’ leave ya’ truck spinnin’ like

[verse 3: reem]
i’m only comin’ outside for a check
she only jump in my ride for the neck
you could get closer, no, i don’t disrespect
she give me face when i’m red, get the back, ooh
shimmy shimmy yah, i’ma give it to ya’ raw
i just up the pint of [?] then i beam it in the park
zonin’ out, a pair of lambo, demon knockin’ at the door
rollin’ up a backwood, i’ma steam it in the car, uh
rx, baby you know i go dumb with it
my ex b-tch hit me, beggin’ me to f-ck with it
pack touch down, i’m just hoppin’ i can f-ck with it
loud pack and my pocket fat with a lump in it
pipe down on a lame b-tch, now you stuck with it
young rx n-gga, 40 in the cut with it
gang goin’ up, y’all n-ggas in a slump with it
haters gon’ hate lil’ b-tch, i’ma go get it

- lil mac gs9 rob wellz reem

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