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Yeah Hey man, you seen my phone? Which one man? Not that phone the trap phone Paper route Business bitch Yeah my bitch she bad All my niggas rich I got work for cheap Damn I feel like Meech Two-toned wraith On some big feet I fucked her to sleep Then jumped back in the streets Momma put me out I'm straight out the trap Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it to cross the map I'm geeked up on the lean Counting while you sleep Everybody eat Damn I feel like meech My car don't got a top It's money when I talk Got a beam on my Glock And I'm drinking Raw Lil momma so fine I went up in that pussy raw Then I fucked her friend She said, you a Dog? They want me dead so now I'm flexing even harder! I pull up in that Ferrari rocking a lot of water Fucked her on the side It's a homicide Numbers don't lie My trap on fire Everytime you see my I be lit as fuck In the strip club throwing that shit up I feel like Shawty lo I'm the man Two-stepping counting paper that's my money dance Yeah my bitch she bad All my niggas rich I got work for cheap Damn I feel like Meech Two-toned wraith On some big feet I fucked her to sleep Then jumped back in the streets Momma put me out I'm straight out the trap Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map I'm geeked up on the lean Counting while you sleep Everybody eat Damn I feel like meech Damn I feel like meech I think we BMF Slamming all these pounds I need a championship belt Pull up, Pick up, Pull out, Drop out, Top off, It's Dolph! Cough Syrup, No cough Yeah I come from a place where they don't make it out Young Nigga snorting pills ready to take you out My bitch bad and juicy I wear Roberto Cavalli every Tuesday Medicine, Water, Sipping, For real I got your bitch skinny dipping at the crib Serving, Counting, Smoking ounces I just made a plate for 300k Yeah my bitch she bad All my niggas rich I got work for cheap Damn I feel like Meech Two-toned wraith On some big feet I fucked her to sleep Then jumped back in the streets Momma put me out I'm straight out the trap Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map I'm geeked up on the lean Counting while you sleep Everybody eat Damn I feel like meech
Writer(s): Adolph R Jr Thornton, Izell Staton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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