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letra de me (fwm) - meek mill

[intro: meek mill]
f-ckin’ with me, n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me (n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’—)
n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me, you n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me (woah, woah)
woah, woah (woah, woah)
woah, woah, woah, woah
drop (yeah)

[verse 1: meek mill]
flew her out on the first flight
got that p-ssy the first night
n-ggas say it’s war, then it’s on sight, gang, gang (brrt)
walk in this b-tch with all this ice
i could’ve came through in a ‘rari but hit the hood on my dirt bike, yeah (man)
countin’ these bands up, been f-ckin’ my hands up (f-ck it up)
i was in paris, i pay for the drill, hit your mans up (brrt)
big glock 40 on the hipline, hold my pants up (hold it up)
she was confused, like, “how you the g.o.a.t. in a lamb’ truck? (she like, “what?”)
f-ckin’ this tall b-tch from the back, say, “stand up” (woo)
then put your motherf-ckin’ face down, ass up
n-gga been rich too long for makin’ these songs, my n-gga, it’s past luck
f-ckin’ this b-tch too long, she offered a threesome and i just passed up
she wanna go in the ‘rari (too small)
i wanna rip in the wraith (let’s go)
i wanna look at thе stars (stars), like i was hittin’ in sp-ce (yeah)
n-gga, how you gеt back home? (how he get back?)
take a look at his case (check him out)
said her period’s on (what happened?)
i put it on her face
[chorus: meek mill & a$ap ferg]
n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me, you n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me (yeah, yeah, harlem)
n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me, n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me (meek mill, what up?)
twenty bad b-tches goin’ up with the gang, they f-ckin’ for free (ooh-ooh)
you call her phone, i call her phone, she comin’ to me (yeah)

[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
got a boss b-tch, dominican
slim with the buns, cinnamon
friend got the cake like entenmann’s
east coast b-tch in timberlands (yeah)
dip with the set like k!lla cam
hop on a jet and we get a tan
like mortal kombat when she throw it back, her friends like, “finish him” (right)
run up, gon’ flex, huh
it look like i’m looting in my closet, with the baguettes, huh
i just hit will up with a deposit (yeah), fill up my neck, huh
lookin’ like light bugs sittin’ on my collar (right)
we been stressed, huh, pull up with a mink, look like i am chewbacca
blocka-blocka, turned to shottas if them coppers try to pop us (ferg)
then go sit at john and vinny’s, have some pasta with some mobsters (yeah)
swervin’ through philly, i’m hangin’ with billies and n0body really can stop us (woo)
bia, bia, we throw dollars, got your bia p-ssy poppin’ like
bia, bia, why you actin’ like a ho? like a ho
bia, bia, why you actin’ like a ho? like a ho
bia, bia, get yo’ eyes up off my dough, off my dough
bia, bia, get yo’ eyes up off my dough, off my dough (that’s right)
[chorus: meek mill]
n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me, you n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me (n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’—)
n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me, n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me (they can’t touch us)
twenty bad b-tches goin’ up with the gang, they f-ckin’ for free (f-ckin’ for free)
you call her phone, i call her phone, she comin’ to me
bia, bia

[outro: meek mill]
f-ckin’ this bad b-tch from the projects, her name tia
head was good, the best on earth like russ and bia
n-gga asked me did i see her, but i ain’t see her
but i did, ’cause she was tucked in the fahina
spanish b-tches goin’ up like la marina
she a hot girl and i’m hot too, jalapeño
we sell work and she wan’ work ’cause she a pinger
we gon’ serve that lil’ b-tch
(gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
(gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

- meek mill

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