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letra de trap vibe - meek mill

turn me up some cruz
i told barcelini if them n-gg-s hatin’ they gon’ suffer
i’m goin’ up a hundred every day
you know how i play!

skinny n-gg- in the benz truck
swingin’ through like a nunchuck
summertime bring them 30s out
tell c–n put the sticks up
wait… hold up, hold up
how can n-gg-s go against us?
cold p-ss-es wouldn’t even shoot us
see us roll on ’em like a lint brush
phil movin’ out them bandos
we ain’t leavin’ ’til the brick’s done
couple hundred, we gon’ vac seal ’em
just to ride with it like a brinks truck
wait, wait, louboutins and the wrist bust
b-tch you claiming i done been f-ck
you ain’t even gotta trip, bruh
in the trenches in the maybach
f-ck i even got the tint for?
i’m the only n-gg- got one
who the f-ck i gotta hide from?
barcelini ridin’ shotgun
shooters with him, never mind n-gg-
young n-gg-s on sigel street
word to mack, they’ll rock somethin’
wait, wait!
north side of philly my side of town
bulletproof whip when i ride around
n-gg-s talk sh-t when i’m not around
wouldn’t tell you that we run the city
but we movin’, gotta say we joggin’ now
hit the city and we runnin’ down
ain’t no runnin’ now, n-gg-s out of bounds
plug this, plug that
n-gg-s rappin’, they ain’t never sold nothin’
hold this hold that
i ain’t lettin’ these n-gg-s hold nothin’
summertime, n-gg-s coppin’ foreign whips
you can tell the load comin’
put my name on the flyer
all the trappers, all the bad hoes comin’
n-gg-s d-ckridin’ other n-gg-s, that’s a trend now
i’m still rockin’ with the same chasers i’ve been ’round
got so much work out we might slim down
i’m so poppin’ all my haters turn friends now
diamonds dancin’ like mike jackson
sh-t shining like mike’s jacket
moonwalkin’ in a rolls royce
through the rearview, see my life backwards
percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, n-gg- now i ain’t active
so wavy, n-gg- i ain’t rappin’
can’t tell me that i ain’t swaggin’, no way

this summer right here, n-gg-
we goin’ up
litted, it’s litted
philly!

i’m with broads in atlanta
bunch of drugs and the fanta
bunch of guns in the phantom
spendin’ money like a scammer
my young n-gg-s in the kitchen whippin’
whippin’, livin’ large at the hammer
duckin’ law and the scammers
free my dawgs out the slammer
black car, panther
shorty call, never answer
20 foreigns in the mansion
diamonds on me and they dancin’
i don’t really understand rappers
n-gg-s jumpin’ on bandwagons
all these bands got my pants saggin’
63s on the benz wagon
62s on the maybach
b-tch i’m comin’ for the payback
62s in the pot, n-gg-
tryna whip it up and bring it way back
you in the club and spending your cop money
all on the ‘gram actin’ like that you got money
we lookin’ at you like you need to stop money
you killin’ yourself with that lil’ half a block money
i got that go to the mall and get what i want paper
you the type hopin’ i fall, that’s what you want, hater
‘member back when i was broke? i only had one hater
these suckers gon’ hate you no matter you broke or you own paper
hundred bands, added up
we gettin’ money, they mad at us
at the jeweler buyin’ more rollies
i don’t think these n-gg-s man enough
f-ck them n-gg-s, sh-t we stuntin’ on ’em
n-gg-s, they ain’t got nothin’ on us
n-gg-s that we never f-ck with
run and tellin’ people that we fronted on ’em
n-gg- made me put a hundred on you
do you dirty, put the drummer on you
shots never stoppin’, pop, pop, pop, pop
we’ll run up on you
dead bodies, homicide
head shot, mama cry
cops lookin’, got an alibi
lawyer money, n-gg-, buyin’ time
hold! they hit my n-gg- chino in his head
hold! took him to liv my n-gg- ain’t dead
no! ball in miami on sunday, we did
ho! blowin’ the racks, we at vanity grand
all black panamera
white b-tch named samantha
white and black, she a panda
white and black, she a panda
whippin’ the… rock with the…

i should have just run with the rest…

- meek mill

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