Meek Mill - Cla**ic lyrics

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Meek Mill - Cla**ic lyrics

[Produced by Bangladesh] [Intro: Swizz Beatz] Woo! It's hot outside man Meek Millys coming daddy [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Hundred for the walkthrough, I'm not who you talk to Drive by and wet you up, n***a thats a carpool Spitting all this hot sh**, every single bar cool Diamonds in the rollie face, animated cartoon Call me Meek Milly, I don't play that sh** Got me on my nappy braids before the Maybach clique Riding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak sh** And all I rock is Balmain like I made that sh** I've been, front row fashion week looking like I'm in the show Sitting in the foreign, leather softer than a dinner roll Make a movie on your b**h, tell her friend to get a role You thought she was innocent, we laughing like she been a ho Jumpin' out them Benzos, meet yo b**h in the friend zone She told you I was friendzoned, what? I'm in the endzone Touchdown with a 2 point conversion, give her that dick long She busting like the clip long, Uber to send your b**h home n***a [Interlude: Swizz Beatz] It's hot outside, it's Meek Milly season [Hook: Swizz Beatz] I got a fever b**h Hot outside, I got a fever b**h Feeling sick, I got a fever b**h In these Philly streets situations is Police ain't respecting the youth and The youth ain't respecting the truth and The Glock 9 is on me in the booth and All I talk is that real sh** the truth and [Verse 2: Meek Mill] The money turned your b**h into a gold digger The money got me feeling like the old Jigga And Jigga even told me you a cold n***a They ain't believe me I was broke but I showed n***as And I told n***as that I would expose n***as Went to buy a pair of sneaks, landed at the Royce dealer Brand new paper tag, haters never made me mad You can ask your baby momma, I'm flyer than her baby dad Looking at my neck, what that cost? Hundred-eighty cash Looking at my b**h, she remind me of a Stacey Dash We was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, Damon Dash Oh you think you fly with your lil' Dream Chasin' a**? We don't chase b**hes, we chase money and that D'ussé Cause when you get money, the hoes do whatever you say Riding in a drop head, Phantom with the toupee And if you're just hearing this, then it's probably too late [Hook: Swizz Beatz] I got a fever b**h Hot outside, I got a fever b**h Feeling sick, I got a fever b**h In these Philly streets situations is Police ain't respecting the youth and The youth ain't respecting the truth and The Glock 9 on me in the booth and All I talk is that real sh** the truth and [Outro: Swizz Beatz] Meek Milly, Mack Milly Get smacked silly, come to Philly Come see it live in direct You know, God dammit!