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LIL MEAT
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LIL MEAT
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They know Kobe produced this shit mehn
Cut my head up off my neck
If you see me turn to a snake
Throw yo' phone don't leave no shit
Know we gon' slide when it get late
You gon' fuck with me or you gon' die with them
You choose yo' fate
I was down they used to love me
Now I'm up them niggas hate
Bullet grazed him in his head
Now his head look like Andrew Tate
I smoke on dead opps
I might just roll a blunt up with his vase
I can't say to much, I gotta keep it silent
Can't catch a case
Heard they talk behind my back
But don't say shit when I'm in they face
If that bitch think she my main
She might be drunk she might be laced
I can't cuff none of these hoes
I'm Mr P, I just run game
I want all the money, fuck the clothes
And tell 'em fuck the fame
Brand new opp I roll 'em up
We hit mo' necks then Johnny Dang
Most these rapper niggas pussy
They get jumped and they gon' sang
I stay with my heat
And when I shoot I feel just like D Wade
Hollow tip had hit that boy
Now his ahh singing like T-pain
I came for the money, I came for the check
I want that bag
Remember late night robbin'
Hope that boy don't buck I'm on his ass
You get caught without yo' pipe
We take yo' life don't get no pass
I can't wait to cashout on the will with 300 on my dash
I want bad shit, no baby we can't fuck if you don't got ass
Freaky hoe just ate the dick
While I was driving almost crash
This lil cougar hoe, she like the way I dress
She like my swag
My number two say keep yo' enemies closer than friends
I text my opp and I say pull up and smoke one lil twin
Jay gotta drive be he go fast when he whippin' the Benz
I'm with Lil Rod he see the hate through the Cartier lens
Reminiscing 'bout lil shit
He got hit with this geng
No why they burn the splat
I just end up changing the vin
These RIP bullets gon' hurt when they go through your skin
Just for Lil Jj hit that block we come spinning again
I catch a opp and pray to God I repent for my sins
I smacked it off the Henne'
Now she wan try it again
If he come back to life I shoot him
He dying again
No I fuck with the mob
They posted up right there by ten
No I didn't have no help
I had to do it by myself
I know that I'm the chosen one
That why I keep my gun (Huh, huh)
That's why I keep my gun
I know that I'm the chosen one
That's why I keep my gun
That's why I keep my gun
I know that I'm the chosen one that's why I keep my gun
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