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letra de come up show freestyle - meek mill

[verse 1: meek mill]
i’m yelling free my n-gga tip
brought him from atlanta to philly, mike vick
fighting charges lawyers say that they might stick
i was praying to god, man don’t do me like this
the girls f-cking n-ggas with the bricks
now they popping me i laugh dirty b-tch

dirty money new work
smell it on my new shirt
lying make these suckas feel good but truth hurt
a lot of n-ggas do dirt, get it in return
but enough of dirt doing have you sitting with the worms
bloods dripping tissue burn
bullets rip your soul up
hollow tips f-cking up your head like a bowl cut
when my hommies roll up they be like hold up
but i be like f-ck that cause i do enough rap
i ain’t with the talking tell ’em spark ’em like a blunt wrap
rather make these suckas bow down like a blunt
twist them like a backwood, black laid black hood
d-cked down ski’d up
hoes down g’s up
i couldn’t get no gucci, but i could get an oozie
spray up your hood and hit your neighbors just for being nosy
truthfully, i don’t be all on that gun sh-t
i be on some puerto rico chilling with a young chick
you n-ggas on that dumb sh-t
my n-ggas got them birds and come and get a drumstick
i am cooked crack to the [?]
all this rapping got me shining like aluminum foil
your n-ggas ain’t loyal
money, envy, and greed will destroy you
all over a dollar sign
meek milly i am columbine
and i’m hotter than these suckers like a thousand times

- meek mill

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