(Meek in this bitch nigga know what the f*ck going on f*ck with me don't f*ck without me)
How you pillow talking to a bitch and don't even f*cking hit
Niggas speak on shit and rap about shit they never did
I don't gotta pop no f*cking perc or pop no f*cking jig
We don't trust each other either way I'm using a f*cking rubber
Hoe wanna eat a nigga dick she got a young nigga running
Bitch this ain't no temple run nigga ain't finna do no running
Them P's be wrapped up like a mummy wiping ya nose i think its running
I'm by my f*cking self don't hang with niggas cause they moving funny
I'm trying to hit the hoe again I'm trying to get up in her tummy
Freak hoe drop the lo so you'll know your time is coming
This boujie bitch got a pet yeah I think she got a bunny
I don't give a f*ck who you is bitch you ain't gon' do me nothing
He look sweet so we gon' buck him that's the end of the discussion
Pop out all trim she like what the f*ck who is him
Step on niggas in these timbs
Dick riding niggas try to dap me up I don't see them
F*cked up f*cked up on this nigga bitch and find out was his bm
Got them shooters in the f*cking cut hell nah you ain't gon see them
This bitch tryna set me up nah you can't see me like john cena
(On bro nigga, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Tapping on this f*cking black bitch just to calm my nerve
Niggas talk behind my back shit I'm like what's the word
Doing 80 in the 30 damn bitch i damn near swerved
Groupie bitch eat the dick, and she ready to have my jhit
I'm out the way, getting to this cho i'm on a paper chase
Nigga talk that shit, what the f*ck, i'm like what he say
Don't worry about it, got it under control know what i'm finna do
F*ck his bitch, now she walkin' funny, walkin' with a limp
She say damn, boy, you rolled and thoink and the shit he roll be skimp
Had to change the way I look, so I went and got a temp
All that undercover pressure, shit, I'm like where it went
You gon' feel my f*cking pain, left a hoe just with a dent
How you pillow talking to a bitch and don't even f*cking hit
Niggas speak on shit and rap about shit they never did
I don't gotta pop no f*cking perc or pop no f*cking jig
We don't trust each other, either way I'm using a f*cking rubber
Hoe wanna eat a nigga dick she got a young nigga running
Bitch this ain't no temple run, nigga ain't finna do no running
Them P's be wrapped up like a mummy wiping ya nose i think its running
I'm by my f*cking self, don't hang with niggas cause they moving funny
LaaaMeek - Heard Me Lyrics
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(Meek in this bitch nigga know what the f*ck going on f*ck with me don't f*ck without me)
How you pillow talking to a bitch and don't even f*cking hit
Niggas speak on shit and rap about shit they never did
I don't gotta pop no f*cking perc or pop no f*cking jig
We don't trust each other either way I'm using a f*cking rubber
Hoe wanna eat a nigga dick she got a young nigga running
Bitch this ain't no temple run nigga ain't finna do no running
Them P's be wrapped up like a mummy wiping ya nose i think its running
I'm by my f*cking self don't hang with niggas cause they moving funny
I'm trying to hit the hoe again I'm trying to get up in her tummy
Freak hoe drop the lo so you'll know your time is coming
This boujie bitch got a pet yeah I think she got a bunny
I don't give a f*ck who you is bitch you ain't gon' do me nothing
He look sweet so we gon' buck him that's the end of the discussion
Pop out all trim she like what the f*ck who is him
Step on niggas in these timbs
Dick riding niggas try to dap me up I don't see them
F*cked up f*cked up on this nigga bitch and find out was his bm
Got them shooters in the f*cking cut hell nah you ain't gon see them
This bitch tryna set me up nah you can't see me like john cena
(On bro nigga, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Tapping on this f*cking black bitch just to calm my nerve
Niggas talk behind my back shit I'm like what's the word
Doing 80 in the 30 damn bitch i damn near swerved
Groupie bitch eat the dick, and she ready to have my jhit
I'm out the way, getting to this cho i'm on a paper chase
Nigga talk that shit, what the f*ck, i'm like what he say
Don't worry about it, got it under control know what i'm finna do
F*ck his bitch, now she walkin' funny, walkin' with a limp
She say damn, boy, you rolled and thoink and the shit he roll be skimp
Had to change the way I look, so I went and got a temp
All that undercover pressure, shit, I'm like where it went
You gon' feel my f*cking pain, left a hoe just with a dent
How you pillow talking to a bitch and don't even f*cking hit
Niggas speak on shit and rap about shit they never did
I don't gotta pop no f*cking perc or pop no f*cking jig
We don't trust each other, either way I'm using a f*cking rubber
Hoe wanna eat a nigga dick she got a young nigga running
Bitch this ain't no temple run, nigga ain't finna do no running
Them P's be wrapped up like a mummy wiping ya nose i think its running
I'm by my f*cking self, don't hang with niggas cause they moving funny
How you pillow talking to a bitch and don't even f*cking hit
Niggas speak on shit and rap about shit they never did
I don't gotta pop no f*cking perc or pop no f*cking jig
We don't trust each other either way I'm using a f*cking rubber
Hoe wanna eat a nigga dick she got a young nigga running
Bitch this ain't no temple run nigga ain't finna do no running
Them P's be wrapped up like a mummy wiping ya nose i think its running
I'm by my f*cking self don't hang with niggas cause they moving funny
I'm trying to hit the hoe again I'm trying to get up in her tummy
Freak hoe drop the lo so you'll know your time is coming
This boujie bitch got a pet yeah I think she got a bunny
I don't give a f*ck who you is bitch you ain't gon' do me nothing
He look sweet so we gon' buck him that's the end of the discussion
Pop out all trim she like what the f*ck who is him
Step on niggas in these timbs
Dick riding niggas try to dap me up I don't see them
F*cked up f*cked up on this nigga bitch and find out was his bm
Got them shooters in the f*cking cut hell nah you ain't gon see them
This bitch tryna set me up nah you can't see me like john cena
(On bro nigga, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Tapping on this f*cking black bitch just to calm my nerve
Niggas talk behind my back shit I'm like what's the word
Doing 80 in the 30 damn bitch i damn near swerved
Groupie bitch eat the dick, and she ready to have my jhit
I'm out the way, getting to this cho i'm on a paper chase
Nigga talk that shit, what the f*ck, i'm like what he say
Don't worry about it, got it under control know what i'm finna do
F*ck his bitch, now she walkin' funny, walkin' with a limp
She say damn, boy, you rolled and thoink and the shit he roll be skimp
Had to change the way I look, so I went and got a temp
All that undercover pressure, shit, I'm like where it went
You gon' feel my f*cking pain, left a hoe just with a dent
How you pillow talking to a bitch and don't even f*cking hit
Niggas speak on shit and rap about shit they never did
I don't gotta pop no f*cking perc or pop no f*cking jig
We don't trust each other, either way I'm using a f*cking rubber
Hoe wanna eat a nigga dick she got a young nigga running
Bitch this ain't no temple run, nigga ain't finna do no running
Them P's be wrapped up like a mummy wiping ya nose i think its running
I'm by my f*cking self, don't hang with niggas cause they moving funny
Writer: Laaa Meek
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