Lyrics

They like meechy boy he a demon Young nigga stay eatin' yeah They say EJ from Cleveland Me and meech stay eatin' stay eatin' yeah We the realist niggas of the season We ball hard for no reason yeah Know you niggas don't know the meanin' Don't hit my phone i'm leavin' yeah Gettin' money it's green No we ain't talkin' no trees nah Pretty girl on fleek She get anything for free y'all That drip stay in my genes From my head straight to me feet y'all You could meet me in the ring If you ever want that beef dog But you better come with cheese Boy i'm flexin' hard wit hella bands Man I can't wait to see us wit hella fans I done turned into a dirty man Told my momma don't you worry man Pullin' deep just like i'm curry man Wrist on froze like a flurry man You boys funny Eddy Murphy man Why she keep talkin' bouta birkin bag Bankroll we eatin' I can't wife a girl i'm cheatin' Betta come check up on me i'm heated Niggas gone hate it cuz i'm leadin' I'm the coldest youngin' here breathin' Swear we gone ball hard every season Can't have no girl because they leachin' They all gone turn on you i'm thinkin' Boy we gone go the dummy way So boy you better go the other way Told her don't even try to come today Girl you should probably come another day Boy we affiliated wit bosses I swear that we be on that raw shit And boy i'm drippin' like a faucet I swear that we gone do this often Mmm mmm Mmm mmm Mmm mmm Mmm mm Mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm They like meechy boy he a demon Young nigga stay eatin' yeah They say EJ from Cleveland Me and meech stay eatin' stay eatin' yeah We the realist niggas of the season We ball hard for no reason yeah Know you niggas don't know the meanin' Don't hit my phone i'm leavin' yeah Gettin' money it's green No we ain't talkin' no trees nah Pretty girl on fleek She get anything for free y'all That drip stay in my genes From my head straight to me feet y'all You could meet me in the ring If you ever want that beef dog But you better come with cheese They like meechy boy he a demon Young nigga stay eatin' yeah They say EJ from Cleveland Me and meech stay eatin' stay eatin' yeah We the realist niggas of the season We ball hard for no reason yeah Know you niggas don't know the meanin' Don't hit my phone i'm leavin' yeah Gettin' money it's green No we ain't talkin' no trees nah Pretty girl on fleek She get anything for free y'all That drip stay in my genes From my head straight to me feet y'all You could meet me in the ring If you ever want that beef dog But you better come with cheese
Writer(s): Ametriyus Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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