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letra de you be killin' 'em (remix) - meek mill

(verse 1)

i said shawty mind clear with the jewels drippin’ off em
she say i be k!llin’ em
i say get a coffin
stuntin i be often
they like “what it cost him?”
whole team fulla green you would think we boston
swollen, ballin
flow be on the faucet
middle man shut yo d-mn mouth call a boss in
big money on the table n-gga why you talkin
black and yellow ‘maro, murder scene, caution
tape, scr-pe, all i get is hate
chillin’ in the mansion, all you see is gate
she say that i’m handsome she thinking ’bout a date
but i’m just tryna take her home i’m thinking bout a “safe”
i was just booked they had me bidding in the pen house
couple months later now i’m sittin in the penthouse
b-tches f-ckin’ everywhere you thinking it’s a pimphouse
engineer lookin’ when that boy gon’ pull his pen out
no pen no pad
this sh-t so sad
dippin in the aston
this b-tch so fast
this b-tch so bad
i treat her so nice
i came so fast
i had to go twice
rob me, no dice
better get your dope slice
puffin on the diesel gettin higher than the c0ke price
n-gga, you a rat, you a talkin to them folks type
i’m more like the bull that could get ’em by the bow type
this be- homicide
all black whipped you would think it’s on my side
i’mma get money laid back kinda guy
if you dead broke, n-gga why you mindin mine?
yah, you gettin paid for this sh-t?
i dont needa see the work i’m gettin paid by the bricks
ciroc and lemonade in the shade with your b-tch
she sent you straight to the voicemail
shame on your b-tch

(chorus)
you wussup girl
i gotta ask you
if you suckin would you eat the nut?
cashews
i’m countin money so you know i’m good at math boo
she frontin’ on you tryna cover up yo’ tattoos
girl why you k!llin him?
she tryna go at me
i’m tellin’ her to deal with him
and if you notice me
then you will see some will in him
rocks in the bezzle
bigger then some m&m’s, ha!

(verse 2)

high school i was ballin, reese rice
………………………………
i hustle all day i don’t even eat right
cause im just tryna get a ticket no police light
that’s a milli b-tch
i’m on that philly sh-t
and i’m just tryna make a movie like i’m w-lly smith
come to my hood, show you how real it gets
n-ggas thats padlocked tell you that they feelin this

(outro)

it’s meek milli b-tch!
philly!
i swear to god
ain’t no competion and i dont even own a composition
you w-ssup girl, i gotta ask you, if you suckin
would you eat the nut?
cashews! haha!
real talk though, no pen no pad flow
sh-t is so sad tho
it’s your boy meek milli signin’ the f-ck out
we make movies- b-tch!

- meek mill

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