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letra de monster (meek mill remix) - moshae' monroe

[intro]
ha
i’m never tired of it
i’m never tired of it

[verse 1]
sh-t i’m never tired of these mad -ss b-tches
sneak dissin’ with no intentions of me knowing it
i ain’t important? b-tch showin’ it
relaying messages, return to sender, you
a boss b-tch but you can’t deliver
all these b-tches on some mad sh-t
they never on no glad sh-t
all they do is flex like they never f-cking had it
have my fat boys f-ck yo b-tches, she a baddie
n-gga don’t get mad
he just wanna grab the fattie
i feel them gettin’ mad
but these b-tches always testin’ me
give me compet-tion
who could make me stand up next to me?
all she do is run her mouth
all she do is smoke up weed
they could really suck my d-ck
but i ain’t got no wee-wee!
heard you was a goofy b-tch
i never really rocked with those
i’m a {?}
hold it down
i’m talking ten toes
never needed friends
f-ck you mean?
i ain’t into those
all these b-tches fake
free phonies
turn it into foes
he asked me do a verse
i did double
know i’m on that sixty seconds for the gram
watch me snap and call it throwback
you lookin’ for a feature
know that sh-t in my bio
i go so stupid on the track
that they call me lil’ psycho
(haaaa)
bad b-tch and my att-tude nasty
no, i ain’t a savage though
i keep it real cl-ssy
six inch pumps
you know they louis vuitton’s
i rock buscemi
but i don’t really wear robins
tell me how to eat
but you bum b-tches starvin’
you eatin’ off his plate
and he ain’t eatin’ sh-t hardly
know i’m from chicago
i graduated from gardview
but that was back when sh-t was really just getting started
b-tches get put on
and they ain’t really even sayin’ sh-t
don’t put me on the stage
cause imma f-ckin’ demolish it
everybody got a problem
bet they won’t come and acknowledge it
imma put that sh-t to rest
but you never even started it
he said he like my flow
i’ve got no time for a chorus
repeatin’ the same sh-t
man that sh-t gettin’ boring
dependin’ on my verses to pay for a new foreign
get my moms out this sh-t so she ain’t even gotta worry (haa)
you heard that i’m the mans now
all my old b-tches mad
they lookin’ for new friends now
give me about a year i bet i drive that brand new benz around
for all you bum hoes
just watch
i don’t hear a sound
flexin’ for the gram though
ain’t worried bout nan hoe
b-tch say she comin’
imma {?}
daaamn, my mind focused on a mil or two
not really worried what you haters think or haters do
i had so many friends
you see they all turned into enemies
never feared a punk b-tch
that sh-t was never into me
yes i had to realize
these hoes was all basic
a b-tch could not compare to me
i guess she had to face it

- moshae monroe

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