B Boy (Feat. A$AP Ferg & Big Sean)

Meek Mill
All that ass
Lord have mercy
All that champagne
these bitches thirsty
Verserchy no hold up
I meant Versace
I prolly pull up Roberto over
Cavalli
Puffin' on Cali
prolly out in the valley
Sippin' on something drowsey
Bitches twerkin' like Miley
Twerk twerk for a real nigga
sellin' work
Promise I won't tell a word
I been on that trill shit way back
North Philly nigga
but I'm laid back
Get shot in your head drivin'
your Maybach
Homie the clown know I don't
play that
Sippin' dirty riding dirty
I say hi to thirty
Call your dog I call my dawg
and he'll buy a birdy
Try to school me
I'm getting out here early
Dope dealer Puma life
back of this soccer jersey
Mink draggin'
tell PETA I'm swaggin
All these karats like
I'm tryna lure in a rabbit
Just to put it
on my jacket
What you doin
I'm doin' fashion
Okay I walk with a limp
and I talk with a slur
I might wear every single chain
and mix it up with my fur
I might get every single drink
and mix it up til I blur
I tell the bitch get on my lap
but don't you get on my nerves
I need that bag full of green
like I lawnmow it
John Doe and all Sean Doe it
And I keep it G yeah
I ground floor it
And I'm pound blowin'
If her pussy good then I might
one two three round four it
Got her down for it
Yeah nigga overthink
never under stress
Yeah I understand your girl over
I'm so unimpressed
Yeah and she tryna fuck me raw
unprotect
But if I don't have that rubber
on it I feel under dressed
Yeah and I got money bags under
my eyes ho cause I ain't sleep
They all Goyard too cause I
ain't cheap
Finally Famous
Aura Gold is my I N C
And I put everything in motion
like I N G
And when we flyin' private you
could bring the gun on with us
I got this freak to 3rd base
she tryna run home with us
And I got comma on comma on
comma on comma on
comma
And I ain't talking about no run
on sentence
Yeah nigga hot headed
so I need that Chings Chili
Put my P up on her head like
that bitch is reppin' Philly
And I wheelie in that pussy like
my nigga Meek Milly
On my way to meet millis
Lawyer drafting up the deep deep
dealies
I got rich decided that ain't
rich enough
When I did it big bitch
I decided that ain't big enough
Dead Pres who you diggin up
Who that nigga that you hating on
but just can't get enough
Fuck the jig is up little bitch
I'm like Madoff when I made off
scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off
your stash is short like Adolf
Hitler
You should lay up on the gangsta
talk cause you're fake dog
You never pushed no yay dawg
ain't see no keys like Ray Charles
Me and Meek in the Maybach
we get Wale and take off
We got your bitch in a big house
she walk in hype like Hey Ross
Get money dreamchasers
we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin' Nah you a faker
you prolly catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill
I fucked your girl and your
neighbor
You thinkin' Khloe don't know me
I'm in the car dashin' haters
I'm in the Kardashian get it
I'm lyin' can't I pretend
They say fake it 'til you make
it well
let the fakin' begin
I got a bitch with fake titties
fake ass she all in the Benz
Them titties'll prolly fall like
a ball when she bends
My niggas from Harlem
and Philly all get it in
Your bitch come around
and we fuckin' her and her friends
Get money dreamchasers
we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin' Nah you a faker
you prolly catchin' a fader
Come get with the dreamchasers
we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin' Nah you a faker
you prolly catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill
I fucked your girl and your
neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill
I fucked your girl and your
neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill
I fucked your girl and your
neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill
I fucked your girl and your
neighbor
What she do She just
put heart eyes under my pic nigga
That's my bitch nigga
Bought her a first class ticket
to put the dick in her

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