Niggas In Paris (Freestyle)

Meek Mill

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    Ball so hard, muthaf-ckas wanna fine me
    These niggas can't find me
    Cause I'm probably in the air
    Cuttin' through the clouds in a lear g-5in
    Bitch nigga, we mobbin'
    Rich nigga, we buyin', any bitch we wanna

    And it go 'room when I hit that corner in a batmobile
    Trap for real, bullets hit ya head
    Make ya head go still
    Niggas always ask why you rap so real
    Cause I be in the trap sellin' crack pills?
    Got them racks on I'll, money so sick
    I don't give a fuck who you run and go get
    Ross with a boat cause I wanna go fish

    With his all yellow rolli got these niggas so pissed
    Shittin' on these niggas where my toilet
    Jordan's, you ain't never seen 'em cause I'm ballin'
    Board as shit, I spent be so retarded
    Cause I don't even write
    I'm just recording
    Got an ap, rolex, cartier to the hublot

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    I ain't even have to hit the bank
    I bought this shit from a few shows
    With a new hoe in my view so
    Beautiful, I see a few hoes
    Anchorman, that forecast
    I say it's coming and they move the snow
    Ha, got a young bitch look like nicki tho (nicki tho)

    I said could ya keep a secret just like vicki tho
    I let her sip ciroc and hit the sticky tho
    Told her she can kiss my neck but
    Just don't give me no hickies ho
    Cause my baby momma be trippin'
    All these ones I be whippin'
    All this paper I be gettin'
    I be dunkin on 'em: Blake griffin

    Nigga, I got now, you got no!
    No w's for the loser's tho
    All this ice like jewelry show
    Riding so slow like a funeral
    Look at my neck, take a look at my wrist
    Look at my pockets, take a look at my bitch
    Let me take 'em way back
    Finna like '86, all eyes on me
    When I step up in the club
    I feelin' like rich
    Porter that is, I slaughter that bitch

    Don't touch that work, I order that shit
    I wouldn't give a damn, what corner that is
    If they cop that work, I goin' at that bitch
    With' a whole sack, no rap, weed, pills, dope, crack
    Droppin' right on 'em like hold that

    Feds takin' pictures like kodak
    Tappin' my phone, watching my home
    They watchin' me and I'm watching the throne?
    See suckin' me and I'm watching the dome
    Perc in my system and I'm in the zone, yeah, I'm gettin' gone
    Phantom, ghost, like 'em, chase 'em, pacman
    All this money on my mind, you see it on my catscan, nigga

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