You gotta check out. You can't come to Philly no more! And hit up, tuck nigga you lit up Cause you looking like food my youngins ready to get up Call you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah. My story, all guts, glory Posted on the corner, Glock. Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. 
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You a clown-ass nigga, put a wig on Nigga I be goin H.
Meek Mill - Repo (Cassidy Diss) Lyrics
And hit up, tuck nigga you lit up Cause you looking like food my youngins ready to get up Call you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah Related.
Talkin' all this Philly shit Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here nigga All my niggas drive foreigns!
You can't vassidy to Philly no more! You know you fucked up right? Black Maserati, chinchillas from Papi Ten killers beside me, all lookin' like ahkis I remember nights on corners with beef and broccoli Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me All gold ap, same watch as Jay-Z Ballin' like I'm kd, how can niggas play me?
You gotta check out.
Repo (Cassidy Diss) - Meek Mill | Booby
My story, all guts, glory Posted on the corner, Glock. And not even because of this, you was never comin' to Philly You been living here eight years you pussy ass nigga!
We gon' knock this right out We gon' skate to one song and one song only nigga! Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. Body Cass, put 'em in a body bag Broke nigga, we should put you in a bodycast Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash I took you hater niggas spot that's why you prolly mad! The "hustla" You know you fucked up right? When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Man I ain't doing this shit no more with you nut ass niggas I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year nigga I got more money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put together Y'all niggas ain't do shit! My niggas don't even rap and drive better cars than you niggas Coon copped that 'Rari, you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
Meek Mill - Repo (Cassidy Diss) Lyrics | MetroLyrics
And hit up, tuck nigga you lit up Cause you looking like food my youngins ready to get up Call you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah. Nigga While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast these niggas All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef nigga Got a matte black Aston, gold rims on it Bitch looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it Cashmere sweater, bunch of Jims on it All my guns come with extends on it Duck?
What you worth nigga? Asthma attack Bye clown, calm down 'fore you make me bomb now Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now? Till the pig gone All this ice around my neck, I got a fridge on! If you ain't talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me Drophead with the top down and the A.
Get your hate on Msek And we ain't talking larceny cause they all trash And your goons ain't riding witcha, they all mad Cause you ain't never put no food up in ar abs My dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat from it Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't imll a beat from him Once my niggas coming at you cqssidy, we gon' keep comin' We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin' D.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all doin' I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don The coke price high, it cost 40 for a jawn And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the math And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle that? Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
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