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meek mill – oh lord كلمات اغاني

[intro: meek mill]
yeah, trappin’ like the carter
yeah

[verse 1: meek mill]
double mg, we gon’ crush y’all
if it’s f_ck me, then it’s f_ck y’all
n_ggas, they don’t want war
spent a hundred on my patek, took them cuffs off
totin’ automatics, this the sh_t we get a rush off
all this rose gold look like duck sauce
in the maybach with a young broad
why the f_ck would i give a f_ck for
we don’t lose sleep ’bout a f_ck boy
sendin’ hits like a drug lord, pablo
dog food like rylo
if they all move, then they die slow, pr_nto
mixin’ that gucci, that louis, that yves saint laurent with that new milano
feelin’ that sh_t that i ride for
pop a wheelie when we see the 5_o
who gon’ motivate n_ggas if i go? namе one
at the clear port, whеre you can’t come
eatin’ finger l!ckin’ on an g5, breath stank with the a1
when it come to rappers, i don’t be with n_ggas
i’m still mobbin’ on ’em with my day ones
lil’ shawty tried to play the kid but i’m jay sean
handle that rod like it’s m1, talkin’ hot sauce
when it pop off with my glock off
and the wraith here from a pop_star
man, i’m livin’ a life n_ggas would die for
this that young n_gga talk out the dealership
when you k!llin’ sh_t, on some winnin’ sh_t
at the vmas with the .30 on me
in the front row and we with the sh_t
heard these f_ck_n_ggas had the free smoke
when we run into ’em, we gon’ k!ll and sh_t
talkin’ really quick, keep the strap on me like a n_gga’s b_tch
[interlude: yfn lucci]
(yeah, yeah)
(hard body, hard body, yeah, yeah, oh)
(oh_oh, oh)
(hard body, hard body, yeah)
look

[verse 2: yfn lucci]
okay, look, young fly n_gga ’bout cash, say f_ck the other side
they don’t want no drama with us, i hate my brother died
now we want homicide, murder after murder, wan’ make his momma cry
kidnap his kids, leave ’em traumatized
we gon’ hide n_ggas, they ain’t gon’ find n_ggas
gotta keep that semi on my side like a side_kicker
long live my n_gga forever, we waited forever
make my kid get a kid, they got a family forever, yeah
get ’em sent far like the godfather, that’s on my daughter, yeah
oh, i want his b_tch and his sister and his friends, yeah, n_gga, yeah
uh, mac_10, too many burners in the black van
hit up permanent best friend, we got weapon
we won’t condone it, won’t address it
hundred thousand on his head, make my dawg fetch it, yeah
hundred thousand in my pocket, make ’em look pregnant, yeah, uh
ap on me lit, i don’t want your b_tch
every single diamond vvs, i’ma hold it down by my respect
ayy, f_ck they found this n_gga at? yeah
hit him nine times, if he survive, that cat was blessed, yeah, yeah
murder for fun
y’all n_ggas, you know we good with them hammers and guns
you know if you hit ’em in the head, we gon’ double the fun
and if the n_gga ain’t dead, i’ma need a refund, yeah
look, .44 f&n, two desert eagles, you know how we comin’, n_gga
more sticks than the army, n_gga
more drugs than a pharmacist, n_gga
i dare you try to harm a n_gga, you harmless, n_gga, yeah
100k on my neck and it’s charmless, n_gga
you know who the don is, yeah
pop a seal and let my soul spill, yeah
i’m still the goat in the farm field
on my second mill’, i told my partners chill
put 60k on my wrist to make my aunt chill
[outro: yfn lucci]
yeah, hard body, hard body, yeah
where i’m from there ain’t no love for ’em
n0body, n0body, yeah, yeah, uh
ain’t no love, no, no
from the other side, yeah
uh

- meek mill

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