letra de on the radio freestyle - meek mill
[intro]
(icey, i’m so sick of you)
gang, woah, yeah
gang and them
[verse]
f-ckin’ his baddie and she wanna go to the mall
i was like, “aww,” i’m breakin’ her off
i ain’t even started, i ain’t even trippin’, i’ll make it tomorrow
you got me pimpin’, the middle of the trenches
you n-ggas start spinnin’, we sprayin’ your car
n-ggas be talkin’ way more than these b-tches i had f-cked
ain’t sad at all, ooh
turks and caicos, when i get back, i bought like three new dracos
know i’ma pay for her, f-ckin’ on me, lil’ ma caught a whole new makeover
turn deigo, [?] a whole two layovers
i f-ck her good and i got racks, lil’ ma, i don’t do stayovers
she want flowers and i don’t buy rose, i put rose gold on these hoes
i got money, respect and power, but still go loco with these poles
i’m in the club, but not on the side where they put coco on they nose
i’m with the guys that sell coco and put coco on these hoes
suckin’ it up like, “there she go”
eatin’ it up like, “let me go”
heatin’ it up, new ‘rari truck, leavin’ that sh-t at the fbo
i think n-ggas be fbi, y’all lil’ n-ggas just cap and loaf
woah, woah, yeah, yeah
she wanna go to the mall, i was like, “aww”
crossin’ her over in van cleef, she lovin’ the way that i ball
cartier all on my b-tches, i like how it look when they twistin’ they arm
we ain’t even go on no dates, she ate that d-ck like chicken and parm
them hitters don’t get you today, hold on
they definitely gon’ get you tomorrow, hold up
lil’ b-tch, at the end of the day that p-ssy real good, i may get you the car, hold on
they trippin’ and hittin’ today, i’m definitely gon’ hit it tomorrow, i know
i’m rich at the end of the day and i pay all of the costs to look like a boss, for sure
shorty a boss, i know, i’m f-ckin’ her raw, slow
the tidal, the p-ssy, the looser i get with this paper to boss a ho
up when i jump on the jet this b-tch so big we all could go
she said, “you gon’ take her out?” i’m like, “y’all all can go, b-tch”
said she only got six bodies, i know ten n-ggas that she f-cked
i act like i ain’t know nothin’ ’bout it, but we ain’t gon’ ‘tend you ain’t no sl-t
i pop up with a hundred thousand, we gon’ bend you n-ggas up
i’m too deep, way in the trenches, i’m tryna send you n-ggas up
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