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Andrew Meoray - With Them lyrics

[Intro]
Alright (x4)

[Verse 1]
End with the fake sh**
I'm sick of these rappers and basics
Sick of the fact that these haters keep on trying and pulling this "great" sh**
p**y, you finna get face-lift
Definitely hated
We hate sh**
Most these new artists are only replacements
Creating brainage
Trying to get my b**h to match my bracelet
That's flawless
But some of you probably weren't understanding that statement
Complacent
But knowing that I'm gonna be making it out of this basement
Just face it
Y'all rappers make me nothing but irritated
A legend since '97
Stepping to every veteran
I wish I had a dollar for every b**h that I slept with
I wish I had a dollar for every race that I stepped in
I wish a motherf**er would try me and get beheaded
I've been
The nicest rapper by far and it's undeniable
The words from over-hyped dick-s**ers is unreliable
So who am I to know when the highs are low and it's time to go?
Cause people only f**ing with you now because it's time to blow

[Hook]
Aye, and tell them rappers bring they're writtens with them
Aye, and tell them haters we ain't getting with them
Aye, and tell them labels bring they're millions with them
Aye, and tell your b**hes bring they're b**hes with them
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/andrew-meoray/-/with-them.html]
sh**...

[Verse 2]
One of the nicest motherf**er
I really couldn't care if you don't like me, motherf**er
We running and ducking these rappers like we fighting, motherf**ers
I swear to God my feet just look like Nike, motherf**er, that's
Haul checks
We next
We Corvettes
Put your money on the table, we taking up all bets
All battles, and all threats
And personal calls, texts
No letters, no emails, if you talking we'll cause d**hs and that's real
So tell me, that sh** you was talking?
Tell me that you wasn't stupid enough to be running your mouth with no caution
Tell me that you wasn't one of them people
I heard about, rapping 'bout guns, when I see you
In public and suddenly you don't have nothing to say to me
sh**, cause it happens so often
Funny how sh** can affect y'all
That rapping sh** doesn't impress, dawg
You never been posing a threat, dawg
You a mess dawg, and I'm set, dawg
One of these days you will learn
That you can not f** with my set, dawg
Go get you a check, dawg
I really do hope that you keeping your desk job, p**y

[Outro x2]
Aye, and tell them rappers bring they're writtens with them
Aye, and tell them haters we ain't getting with them
Aye, and tell them labels bring they're millions with them
Aye, and tell your b**hes bring they're b**hes with them
sh**...

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