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rob49 & meek mill - supposedly كلمات أغنية

[intro: rob49 & meek mill]
you dealing with real project n_ggas (brr)
you know what i’m sayin’? i’m the biggest in here (you good)
big 49
p_ssy
chases

[verse 1: meek mill]
all these f_cking sticks, you better watch how you approachin’ me (brr)
n_ggas started switchin’, now they mad they can’t get close to me (they mad)
she was tryna f_ck me through dm, i hit back hopefully (okay)
ask me if i’m f_ckin’ his little b_tch, i’m like, “supposedly” (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m like, “supposedly”
they k!lled my dog and ask me if i’m good, i’m like, “supposedly” (i’m good, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m like, “supposedly”
this b_tch in hеre tryna get me hеad like she wanna take my soul from me

[verse 2: rob49]
yeah, real millionaire, real motion there, n_gga, i’m a trapper
i was standin’ on the block (yeah) all day with k!llas, turn to a rapper (for real)
we done put n_ggas on the news and start f_ckin’ they hoes, that sh_t be tragic (for real)
put money on n_ggas hats, and i’m getting that hat tapped off that static, n_gga
money, cars and clothes (yeah), clothes, ‘bows and hoes (clothes, ‘bows and hoes)
b_tch say she love me, i’m like, “yeah, i know” (i’m like, “yeah, i know”)
hm, yeah, bubba for the low (yeah), b_tch, i got a strong nose (i got a strong nose)
yeah, whoopty, whosah, whoopty, woo, that’s how sh_t go (that’s how sh_t go)
uh, yeah, product of the trenches, f_ckin’ n_ggas b_tches, huh
man baby jesus (yeah), f_cked the whole city, huh (yeah)
pills in my liver (yeah), i got b_tches f_ckin’ b_tches, huh (hm)
free my uncle key (yeah), fighting that life sentence, huh
[verse 3: meek mill & rob49]
i’m like, “b_tch, i think i’m him” (i am)
that’s what i had said when she asked me who i am (f_ck a [?])
i was tryna break the rim
ballin’ like i’m capo, diamonds jumpin’ out the gym
i ain’t doin’ m, i ain’t even gotta think hard (sh_t too easy)
this ain’t no cash, she tryna f_ck me, she ain’t gotta think hard (it’s too easy)
it ain’t romance, i let this young b_tch hold my bank card (poppin’ greasy)
it ain’t no cash, so many guns, this sh_t like vanguard (for no reason)
sh_t ain’t c.o.d
all these n_ggas be like me, sh_t, all we fear is g_o_d
his name in some paperwork ’cause he talk to a c_o_p
we cannot have smoke if i can hop you with you v_o_p
we way up at the t_o_p, i hope you can spell, p_ssy (aah)
she keep tellin’ me that she want deez, like she sell p_ssy
spinnin’ in them v’s, n_gga know i be where ain’t no 12 lookin’ (skrrt)
hundred shot shorty right there in the trenches, feel like h_ll cookin’ (feel like h_ll)
jumpin’ on them torches, we can’t even smoke him, he might tell somethin’ (yeah, he might tell)

[verse 4: rob49]
n_ggas was tryna sh_t, but now they on my d_ck (no they on my d_ck)
every time i go talk to them d_cks, 49 gon’ plead the fifth (i’ma plead the fifth)
every time i think about where i come from, i say, “b_tch, i’m him” (b_tch, i’m him)
every time i go back to the hood, big 10 mil’ on my hip (brr)
meek just showed me n_ggas dyin’, he on some feelings sh_t (some feelings sh_t)
i told him we made some mamas cry, b_tch, we on k!ller sh_t (we on k!ller sh_t)
how the f_ck you see a top out in yo’ face and don’t k!ll that n_gga?
b_tch, i’m g all by my dolo, i don’t need no n_gga (huh)
i’m the type to put bro on, you the type leave your n_ggas (huh)
i’m the type to buy that bad ho chrome, you the type penny pincher (huh)
better be lucky, i ain’t a f_ck n_gga, would’ve put ya brother in it (huh)
n_ggas mad over hoes we f_ck, n_gga, you a mad n_gga (yeah)
million dollas ain’t sh_t to us, i’m the type can’t get touched (huh)
i’m the type to go ghost a sl_t, can’t let her f_ck her motion up (huh)
we the ones went, son, n_gga, ain’t no recruitin’ us (recruitin’ us)
remember that time i checked dude, and he said they ain’t sayin nothin’? (ain’t sayin nothin’)
trenches back alive, the k!llers back outside (the k!llers back outside)
i’m out the 9, but after juan died, i left the 9 (alright)
on facetime with lil’ g, they say the facts ’cause dude lying (for real)
i’m the hottest in the street, every time i drop, the block hot, yeah (for real)
n_ggas p_ssy, private parts, i shut up and get paid to talk (yeah)
high school, sold weed out a jar (yeah), man, i took that sh_t too far (yeah)
i know dude a ho for sure, he ain’t never have no paw
only paw he ever knew, was a rat, i don’t wanna talk (yeah)
we was dirty growin’ up (yeah), but i’m rich now, b_tch, it’s up (yeah)
man, we be with superstars (yeah), but buck still be selling soap (yeah)
i’ma let the hood pick it (yeah), i don’t need no a&r (yeah)
and before the label sh_t, b_tch, we been had a&r’s (yeah)

- rob49 meek mill

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