Flamers Freestyle
Meek Mill Song Lyrics

[Meek millz]

Flamers haha drama I got em I got em beast

I said you be where the lames be I be where it's poppin at

Money cars clothes and hoes yea I get alot of dhat

Hataz talkin dirty bout the kid we ain't buyin

Fourty oughta clean em up, soak em like a laundromat

Bitches throwin pussy trynna fuck me, where the condom at?

See I'm zeemin trynna keep my semen I ain't down with dhat

Lil bitches crazy dey wanna have my baby cause bank account ben franklin out maybe

My president is black, my glock is two and I probly put a lock on a block near you

I sed my niggaz get the drop, dey gon drop air you I was neva scared of what

What chu heard fear who

I can see with clear view you fuck boyz is pussy and I be on my chill but all you gotta do it push me

And my goonz be wishin for me get a nigga baried, I jus give the word and push yo shit back like paliminary

Cemetary bitch you worry fuck you like the bitch you married

Nigga you ain't heard I'm bout word like a dictionary shit chu spit is fictionary.

I'm so trilla swingin through the jungle like gorilla bananna clip pealer

Niggaz sleepin on you cause you softer den a pillow

Ol pussy talkin reckless like a killer and uh the draws is for the bitches

Hallows for the snitches we dnt play with revolvers play with choppas with extenders

I'm a boss I tell the hoe to drop nd get the business.