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letra de i got the juice - meek mill

[verse 1: meek mill]
rather he cross boss ‘fore i split my steak with you snake -ss n-gg-s
i rather stay around my day ones ‘fore i come around you fake -ss n-gg-s
i rather have a broke real b-tch ‘fore i ever deal with y’all fake -ss b-tches
i ain’t with the flooding on the ‘gram i really f-ck with you don’t take my picture n-gg-
posted on the corner with a 40 on my hip godzilla
we was getting to it when they hit my n-gg- dean that’s when sh-t got realer
i was on the southside really outside got killers got killers
started from the bottom of the bottom now its bottles popping in the sky filling
catch a body be a body
i’m from where you couldn’t talk you ain’t be about it
i ain’t really with the talk and be g about
when we catch you n-gg-s slipping we gon’ see about it
and these n-gg-s get to talking like they know me
finna talk me to the old me
should’ve listened to my momma when she told me
now these b-tches throwing p-ssy cause they owe me

[hook: meek mill]
i got the juice, n-gg- i got the juice
n-gg- i got the juice when i hop out the coupe
when i hop out the coupe
real n-gg-s i’mma salute
cause i got the juice, n-gg- i got the juice
she popping p-ssy like i’m a baloo
cause i got the juice

[verse 2: meek mill]
counting million dollars gon’ f-ck something
put an eight up in my phantom i don’t want none
n-gg- looking i don’t tuck nothing
my n-gg- earl got thirty trying to slump something
i’m in the car [?] and the truck coming
ya patan come dump somethin’
bust them up we don’t tuck nothing
bout to take a bird to the table we don’t front nothing
i’m a north n-gg- at the end of the day
gunned by a n-gg- with the end of a k
kick you in your -ss and send you away
they come around here like you n-gg-s ain’t safe
cause all my hittas going bllllrrrt stick ’em
f-ck if you with ’em
its money and murder if you f-ck with my n-gg-s
you come to my city i f-cked all them b-tches
i f-cked all them b-tches cause

[verse 3: meek mill]
cause all she ever wanted was a trap n-gg-
every time you ever saw me i was strapped n-gg-
getting blunted in the back n-gg-
no this ain’t a 550, this a bach, n-gg-
n-gg- prolly spend you car money on your act n-gg-
couple band 5 racks n-gg-
you caught beefing where you at n-gg-
you caught beefing when we clap n-gg-s

[hook: meek mill]
i got the juice, n-gg- i got the juice
n-gg- i got the juice when i hop out the coupe
load up the chopper screaming r.i.p. snupe
bout to pop out the roof cause i got the juice

- meek mill

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