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Sharing Locations (feat. Lil Baby & Lil Durk)
Meek Mill
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KJ, what you got goin' on man? Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap I got a lil' bitch from the hood I call her, "Gang," she don't play with that bae shit I be ****ing this NBA nigga bitc 'Cause she know I ain't ever gon' say shit New contract big like I play ball Lil' boy, I ain't nothin' to play with I told her, "Pull up," she told me she can't Her nigga be sharin' location Yeah, I was ridin' in the Ghost with the ghost gun Seen you ridin' with your kids so you owe one Had my man in the can while you takin' out the trash You gon' pile with the MAC like, don't run Gave her a pill, they all get high, you ever had a foursome? This too much cash with me to hide, I had to give lil' bro some I'll **** her raw from time to time, I don't show no emotio But when he died he had them racks, he had to make it go for him I hang with the hitters who train the killers who send all the niggas on store runs I got me a check and I brought me a 'Cat, and I went on the block and did donuts I hang with all the murderers I'm gettin' all the lawyers for the murderers I'm puttin' all my lawyers on the murderers You don't wanna see me with the murderers Yeah, Rolls Royce swervin', famous bitch curvin' Seen you out in traffic, you was lookin' nervous Ran it up on that shit and they thought it was on purpose I know for a fact I'm blastin', man, I never get too worried Hunnid racks and hunnids, they like curses, I been sellin' verses One time I like the sound of my song, I ain't gonna buy her no Birkin Homicide on my mind when I slide, I ain't tryna see no hearses He ain't died by the gun, took a fake pill, nigga died on Percs Sure look perfect (Perfect) Pussy was workin', you're gettin' some crazy My diamonds be hittin' like we in a We stickin' together, this shit ain't a custom I'm ****ing with Durki I get like the jeweler with Baby, we're too goin' crazy We go to LA, then we coppin' a Kobe (Brother) Bad lil' bitches all over me Way too Wraithed up, baby, no smokin' (No way) She wanna go to the mall (Let's get it) Got up and went to the pop-up in Louis and saw it and ordered it all I'm in this bitch with The Voice and The Hero These niggas is weirdos, ain't goin' this hard (No way) I'm from the P, that's K All these niggas know me, I hang with I hang with all the murderers I'm gettin' all the lawyers for the murderers I'm puttin' all my lawyers on the murderers You don't wanna see me with the murderers (Murderers) Murderers I hang with all the murderers Murderers
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