Ham Music Lyrics - Meek Mill

uhh 

meek milly (yeah, yeah) 

philly in this bitch (yeah) 

yeah 

Leggo, uh 

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they ain't fucking with me, new orleans N-O 

old school bitch i let her blow me like nintendo 

black panamera me & maggo getting litto 

switching lanes in that thang 5 percet on the window 

i got 20 on my pocket, 30 on wrist, 50 on my neck keep it 100 in this bitch 

hey listen we don't do no talking, i'm just running up in your shit 

and i was never in the walking, i'm just running up in your bitch 

i said my swagger on the fitted money in the limit 

real nigga every day, startin to the finish 

you should hear this rarri when i'm starting up the engine 

sounding like a motherfucker lion barking all up in it 

make a dollar every second, thousands on an hour 

20 every day, i'm getting money in the power 

i was told never let the youngest get the powder 

but now these niggers slipping like they fucking in the shower, pause 

i really do this, i'm 62'n with ricky ross 

i'm getting to it, you niggers losin shit, i'm a boss 

yeah i took a loss, i was out in vegas 

me and gucci pouchie shooting at the table 

when i was broke, i used to have a dream 

before i had a dream best believe i had them fiends 

steady blowing up my celly, trying to get it any means 

nigga smootchie in the kitchen working up the triple beans 

breakin ounces off the birdie, money it was dirty 

and hammers they was filthy cause niggers was trying to kill me 

and that's word to osama though, fuck a bitch then (?) 

niggers in they diss rap when no drama though 

leaning off the prometh sipping at your mama though 

rollie your bus down, call the perfect timing though 

tell my jeweler freeze me, just to change the climate hoe 

bottom of the mountain & meek milly got the climate on 

your chick my chick, my chick your chick, 

my swag fly shit, your swag, norbit 

nigger you a weirdo, no match forfeit 

all these fuckin bricks i'm thinkin we gonn need a forklift 

coolest on your stereo, i don't think they hear me though 

catch me in the hood, i'll be around it like a merri go 

used to sell them little o's i ain't talking cheerio's 

i'm talking about them golden grams and i don't mean no cereal 

murder on your record label nigger i'm a serial 

killer plus i'm realer this is scarier than thriller 

in the villa countin scrilla with shawty she vanilla 

far as work i make that fuckin butter-fly like catepillars 

and my flow be on some other shit 

hotter than a oven get 

i just got his girl's number 

he gonna need another bitch 

make her fuck my other bitch then put her on a punishment 

she said she's n love with me and she don't know my government 

ha, shawty tripping where your luggage at 

broke niggas never see me cause i'm where the money at 

all i know is hustle hard like i got a hundred pack 

nigga get my jewels i'ma kill em i dont want em back 

wear it to your funeral be stuntin while they viewin you 

mama lookin over she like what the hell they did to you? 

clip full of hollow heads make me put a few in you 

yeah nigga i will ruin you. haa 

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