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Props (feat. Mista C4) Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Meech.Ie
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Demetrius Allen




Lil Meech.Ie - Props (feat. Mista C4) Lyrics
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Okay give me props
Bitch I need like all my credit
I'm the one f*cking said it
All these papers somehow shredded
Man these bitches so pathetic
Show em to the closest exit
I don't really do relations
Gotta check these applications
Gotta check for allegations
We gone need some validation
We gone need some info
Found out this shit is easy
Man I swear shit is simple
No these hoes don't love me
They just wanna f*ck on my kinfolk
What the f*ck is this
Hold up
Okay give me props
I just got away from the
City cops
Let's celebrate
Bitch we free
We just need some henny shots
Benefits she just only in it for the benefits
Innocent she gone get a pass for her innocence 
Limitless
As the day go by this shit get timeless
Silence
My pockets on plus plus yo pockets on minus
Minus
Big bank take lil bank I haven't decided
Decided
It's so f*cked how we was all misguided
Mistreated
You anit really win my dude lil bro you cheated
You cheated
Man these niggas anit woke these niggas Conceited
Confused
Just thought of being broke is so embarrassing
It's only right that i be a good samaritan
Back den you didn't want me
Now i'm hot you all on me
I'm out here with a bag
You out here looking sad hungry
Ass foe my props
I protect dat with two glocks
While you burned our bridges
We flamed the whole block
Let me find out that you hate me
Mista coming to getcha
Cuz my word is my bond
Just like a holly scripture
My campaign is champagne
Her mouth on my zipper
Stamp sign delivered
I'm all in her liver
Bitch I'm bad like mike
Moonwalking on the game
I got my soul from the train
Bitch not no arrow plane
I'm Mista icy to you lames
Godfather to the flame
Split the sugar from the cane
Taught my squadron how to aim
Riding luxury on them thangs
Red bottoms Plane Jane
Passed the keys to the game
And proceed to yo lane
I turn pleasure into pain
Make em dance Make it rain
Herd of snakes in the building
Even herd of them on planes
Fumigate the game
Pesticides you lames
Illuminate my chains
Counting bands in a range
Call me Mista hall of fame
Nigga take yo walk of shame
You forgot the main reason
Of the fact why four came
Okay give me props
I just got away from the
City cops
Let's celebrate
Bitch we free
We just need some henny shots
Benefits she just only in it for the benefits
Innocent she gone get a pass for her innocence 
Limitless
As the day go by this shit get timeless
Silence
My pockets on plus plus yo pockets on minus
Minus
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Okay give me props
Bitch I need like all my credit
I'm the one f*cking said it
All these papers somehow shredded
Man these bitches so pathetic
Show em to the closest exit
I don't really do relations
Gotta check these applications
Gotta check for allegations
We gone need some validation
We gone need some info
Found out this shit is easy
Man I swear shit is simple
No these hoes don't love me
They just wanna f*ck on my kinfolk
What the f*ck is this
Hold up
Okay give me props
I just got away from the
City cops
Let's celebrate
Bitch we free
We just need some henny shots
Benefits she just only in it for the benefits
Innocent she gone get a pass for her innocence 
Limitless
As the day go by this shit get timeless
Silence
My pockets on plus plus yo pockets on minus
Minus
Big bank take lil bank I haven't decided
Decided
It's so f*cked how we was all misguided
Mistreated
You anit really win my dude lil bro you cheated
You cheated
Man these niggas anit woke these niggas Conceited
Confused
Just thought of being broke is so embarrassing
It's only right that i be a good samaritan
Back den you didn't want me
Now i'm hot you all on me
I'm out here with a bag
You out here looking sad hungry
Ass foe my props
I protect dat with two glocks
While you burned our bridges
We flamed the whole block
Let me find out that you hate me
Mista coming to getcha
Cuz my word is my bond
Just like a holly scripture
My campaign is champagne
Her mouth on my zipper
Stamp sign delivered
I'm all in her liver
Bitch I'm bad like mike
Moonwalking on the game
I got my soul from the train
Bitch not no arrow plane
I'm Mista icy to you lames
Godfather to the flame
Split the sugar from the cane
Taught my squadron how to aim
Riding luxury on them thangs
Red bottoms Plane Jane
Passed the keys to the game
And proceed to yo lane
I turn pleasure into pain
Make em dance Make it rain
Herd of snakes in the building
Even herd of them on planes
Fumigate the game
Pesticides you lames
Illuminate my chains
Counting bands in a range
Call me Mista hall of fame
Nigga take yo walk of shame
You forgot the main reason
Of the fact why four came
Okay give me props
I just got away from the
City cops
Let's celebrate
Bitch we free
We just need some henny shots
Benefits she just only in it for the benefits
Innocent she gone get a pass for her innocence 
Limitless
As the day go by this shit get timeless
Silence
My pockets on plus plus yo pockets on minus
Minus
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Writer: Demetrius Allen
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