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letra de i want the love - meek mill

i hate funerals, love life
i hate when i see a whole bunch of people just crying in a funeral on some fake sh-t
they ain’t really love a n-gga while they was there
see i’m a different type of n-gga
i wanna be honest with y’all. i need the love now
if y’all motherf-ckers gonna be crying
and playing thirty minute specials when i’m gone
(an hour special that i’m gone) f-ck that
love me while i’m here
love me while i’m here
i had to tell a b-tch
(i want the love)
(i want the love)
’cause all i see is haters and this money got these n-ggas catchin’ verbals and i tell ya
(i want the love)
’cause all i know is getting money, knockin’ at the door, i’m like who is it? b-tch i tell ya
i’m a rich n-gga i don’t get mad, i just get paper (i don’t)
i don’t catch feelings i catch flights, that’s brick paper (for what)
for one rider at badboy, that’s one side
these k!llers with me, don’t f-ck around they jump fast like off sides i’m ’bout to keep up on the billy, poppin’ these bottles and really i know they gon’ hate when i’m high, but when it’s all over they feel me if you want your love when i’m dead, you better off just tryna k!ll me
’cause i’m gonna ball on you, and i ain’t talkin’ about you, i hate all y’ll n-ggas
ten burgers for your man, ho i could buy that last week i made a hundred mill, you should try that i’m a real n-gga, they all see it, can’t hide that
i’ii touch down in your city, f-ck sh-t up, n-gga then fly back
(i want the love)
love
(i want the love)
’cause all i see is haters and this money got these n-ggas catchin’ verbals and i tell ya (i want the
’cause all i know is getting money, knockin’ at the door, i’m like who is it? b-tch i tell ya
wanted the money, and wanted the love
wanted them b-tches that wanted the drugs
that wanted the molly and that wanted the weed i walk in the building get love in the club love in the streets, b-tch it’s meek milly them n-ggas was haters i love what they was
’cause all of that hating was my motivation
now i got the paper and what whaty what?
it is what it is, look at me now
living the life in the f-cking eo
n-ggas that hate me still come to my shows
shawty ain’t ready to f-ck up my wrist, give a f-ck about gold
straight to the money and back to the hood where they takin’ that money
we package the good and we break up that money
you act like you good better sell you some money, hater
(want the love)
love)
’cause all i see is haters and this money got these n-ggas catchin’ verbals and i tell ya (i want the love)
’cause all i know is getting money, knockin’ at the door, i’m like who is it? b-tch i tell ya
(i want the love)

- meek mill

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