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Correct Free Big Meech Lyrics
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Correct Free Big Meech
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[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Make your bitch scream my neighborhood, huh I'm on 59th, nigga, I'm in Phil hood, huh I'ma fuck the lil' bitch on the Wraith hood, huh I'ma buy the whole batch if them pills good, ayy, ayy I ain't no nigga you can press, huh, huh Fuck around, catch two in the chest, huh, ayy I ain't that nigga you can check, huh, huh Boy, you better have the vest, hold on, hold on Bitch, I need the check, I don't really want the sex If that pussy ain't wet, I'm tryna slide in the Vette Sold five ninety packs, plug said he impressed, huh I'm lookin' for an Asian nigga, lookin' for a Mex, hold on Lookin' for an Asian ho, I heard they the best I just fired my lil' ghetto ho, that broke bitch a mess I just put twenty packs on the shh, they compress, huh Watch I make twenty turn to thirty, make it stretch, huh I'ma cook it with the left arm, the right need a rest Need to put your right hand on, that nigga need some help Hoo, young nigga, I just cleared two checks, hold on I just bought a lot of work, I ain't even get fresh, hold on [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] Look, I'm on bail, Lonnie on the run (I swear to God) I done set a hundred bitches down on the one (Solid) Got a hundred .762's in the drum (One hundred of 'em) That bitch got a switchblade stuffed in her bun (Is that right?) Bitch pussy still stink comin' out the shower (Bitch) She been turnin' all these dates by the hour (It's goin' down) She can't take a break because I won't allow her (Uh-uh, bitch) On every Sunday, bitch, I be watchin' Power (It's Philthy) Gucci on the nigga like Dapper Dan (Designer) You ain't never help a nigga stack a band (Never) Cheese on your head like a Packers fan (Ayy, do that) I carry three K's like the cracker Klan (It's Philthy) Real rice up in LA (Havin' things) Back to back foreigns, no tailgate (Foreign) One day I had to roll up my cellmate (I had to) A thousand eight grams what the scale say (Thirty-six) Ayy, the streets don't got no benefits (Uh-uh, nigga) You either sellin' dope or you send a bitch (Run it up) The goals to get rich and not lookin' rich (Broke nigga) Look what happened to Big Meech and Money Mitch (It's Philthy)
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