Meek Mill - B Boy lyrics
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All that ass, Lord have mercy
All that champagne , you bitches thirsty
Puffin’ no callie
Bithes twerkin’ like molly
Twerk, twerk for real
Make it work
Promise I won’t tell a word
I’ve been on that real shit
Way back
No feeling baby but I’m laying back
Get shot in your head driving your may back
Hold me the plan, no I don’t play that
Sippin’ dirty, ridin’ dirty
I say ___30
Call your dog and I call my dog
Trying to school me
I’m getting naughty
I’ll pull my life
Just a bunny on my jacket
What you doin’?
I walk with a limp and I talk with a smirk
I might every single chain and mix it up with my fur
I tell the bitch get on my lap
And don’t you get on my nerve
I need that bag full of green
And then I keep it G
And if the pussy good
I might ______ round 3
Yeah nigga over think
Never under stress
She trying to fuck me wrong
If I don’t have a rubber on it
I feel underdressed
And I got money bags under my eyes hoe
Cause I don’t sleep
I ain’t cheap
And I put everything emotion like ING
And when we flying private you can bring the gun with us
And I got come on come on come on
And my Willy in that pussy
Like my nigga met Millie
And I’m on my way to meet Millie
When I did it
They tried to decide that it wasn’t big enough
Who the nigga that you hatin’?
I never take a day off
Your stash show like they don’t
We can all take off
Take your bitch to the big house
Now you a faker
You bought it
I let you hustle to him
I fucked your girl
You think you don’t know me
Well let the fakin’ begin
Her titties fall
Like where she probably been?
I like your house on the hill
I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I like your house on the hill
I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I like your house on the hill
I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I like your house on the hill
I fucked your girl and your neighbor
What she doin’?
She just put her eyes under my pig nigga
Cause my bitch put her first class ticket to _____
