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letra de wit the shits (w.t.s) - meek mill

[intro]
c-sick, c-sick, c-sick

[meek mill]
uh, shawty was frontin’, now she throw that p-ssy at me (throwin’ that p-ssy)
told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy (she got hyped)
n-gg-, you don’t want these problems, lil scr-ppy (you don’t want problems)
if you talk, when you see me, just don’t dap me, for real
back on my savage sh-t, got that p-ssy off accident (yeah)
f-ckin’ these ratchet b-tches, stay on her knee like kaepernick, yeah
i just been havin’ it, lovin’ this money, i’m p-ssionate, yeah
once i f-ck like meechy, hoe, give you my -ss to kiss, pause
n-gg- said he hit my hoe, so what?
n-gg-, i hit that too, yeah
she said she don’t swallow, grow up
this sh-t grown-ups do, uh
i’ma put a check on your b-tch -ss
homie gon’ spin back through, yeah
catch you on the block where you swim with the gang
turn your whole sh-t piru-ru
get some p-ssy on a plane (on a plane)
this the type sh-t that i do (i do)
who your wcw? (who dat?)
the the type of hoes i screw (i screw)
this the type of hoes i got (i got)
new hermes flip flops (sheesh)
if ain’t got no time for the hoe and i really like her, she’ll get a wrist watch (gang)

[chorus: meek mill]
do a split on the d-ck (do a split)
if you really with the sh-ts, lil’ b-tch (lil’ b-tch)
she ask her friends (what?), “should i let him hit?” (what they say?)
she say, “girl, you better f-ck him if he rich”
he gettin’ it, bad b-tch, hittin’ it (whoa)
new foreign, whippin it (skrt)
blue face, crippin’ it (crippin’ it)
i go all day, count them benjamins (benjis)
i’m rich, really is
you sick, syphilis (yeah, uh)

[verse 2: melii, (meek mill)]
¿quién es la mami que manda?
no tienes mula so yo te di banda
‘tamos fuma’o de la ganja
pila de tigueres, rabia con armas
i let them eat up the nana, then bone a n-gg-, like, “see you
mañana”
baddest lil’ b-tch in my genre
i got your b-tch that’s f-ckin’ up commas
icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when i move (when i move)
if you like ’em freaky, baby, she could come here, too (for real?)
you could eat this p-ssy while i watch her f-ckin’ you
call that hoe a uber when we done, it’s up to you (oh, yeah)
who your mcm? b-tch, i make him swipe
i won’t mention these hoes, i might give them likes
i just want the head, you can spend the night (oh my god)
kissin’ him sloppy, callin’ him papi, that sh-t get him hype (que perro)

[chorus: meek mill]
do a split on the d-ck (do a split)
if you really with the sh-ts, lil’ b-tch (lil’ b-tch)
she ask her friends (what?), “should i let him hit?” (what they say?)
she say, “girl, you better f-ck him if he rich”
he gettin’ it, bad b-tch, hittin’ it
new foreign, whippin it (skrt)
blue face, crippin’ it (crippin’ it)
i go all day, count them benjamins (benjis)
i’m rich, really is
you sick, syphilis (yeah, uh)

- meek mill

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