Meek Mill - On The Radio Freestyle

[Intro]
(Icey, I'm so sick of you)
Gang, woah, yeah
Gang and them

[Verse]
Fuckin' his baddie and she wanna go to the mall
I was like, "Aww," I'm breakin' her off
I ain't even started, I ain't even trippin', I'll make it tomorrow
You got me pimpin', the middle of the trenches
You niggas start spinnin', we sprayin' your car
Niggas be talkin' way more than these bitches I had fucked
Ain't sad at all, ooh
Turks and Caicos, when I get back, I'll buy like three new Dracos
Know I'ma pay for her, fuckin' on me, lil' ma caught a whole new makeover
Turn Deigo, [?] a whole two layovers
I fuck her good and I got racks, lil' ma, I don't do stayovers
She want flowers and I don't buy rose, I put rose gold on these hoes
I got money, respect and power, but still go loco with these poles
I'm in the club, but not on the side where they put coco on they nose
I'm with the guys that sell coco and put coco on these hoes
Suckin' it up like, "There she go"
Eatin' it up like, "Let me go"
Heatin' it up, new 'Rari truck, leavin' that shit at the FBO
I think niggas be FBI, y'all lil' niggas just cap and loaf
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah
She wanna go to the mall, I was like, "Aww"
Crossin' her over in Van Cleef, she lovin' the way that I ball
Cartier all on my bitches, I like how it look when they twistin' they arm
We ain't even go on no dates, she ate that dick like chicken and parm
Them hitters don't get you today, hold on
They definitely gon' get you tomorrow, hold up
Lil' bitch, at the end of the day that pussy real good, I may get you the car, hold on
They trippin' and hittin' today, I'm definitely gon' hit it tomorrow, I know
I'm rich at the end of the day and I pay all of the costs to look like a boss, for sure
Shorty a boss, I know, I'm fuckin' her raw, slow
The tidal, the pussy, the looser I get with this paper to boss a ho
Up when I jump on the jet this bitch so big we all could go
She said, "You gon' take her out?" I'm like, "Y'all all can go, bitch"
Said she only got six bodies, I know ten niggas that she fucked
I act like I ain't know nothin' 'bout it, but we ain't gon' 'tend you ain't no slut
I pop up with a hundred thousand, we gon' bend you niggas up
I'm too deep, way in the trenches, I'm tryna send you niggas up
Trapper

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