Meek Mill - Flamers Freestyle lyrics

Flamers Haha drama I got em I got em beast I sed you be where the lames be I be where it's poppin at Money cars clothes and hoes yea I get alot of dhat Hataz talkin dirty bout the kid we ain't buyin 40 oughta clean em up, soak em like a laundromat b**hes throwin p**y trynna f*ck me, where the condom at? See I'm zeemin trynna keep my semen I ain't down with dhat Lil b**hes crazy dey wanna have my baby cause bank account ben franklin out MAYBE My president is black, my Glock is two and I probly put a lock on a block near you I sed my n***as get the drop, dey gon drop air you I was neva scared of what What chu heard fear who I can see with clear view you f*ck boyz is p**y and I be on my chill but all u gotta do it push me And my goonz be wishin for me get a n***a baried, I jus give the word and push yo sh** back like paliminary Cemetary b**h u worry f*ck you like the b**h you married n***a you ain't heard I'm bout word like a dictionary sh** chu spit is fictionary I'm so trilla swingin through the jungle like gorilla bananna clip pealer n***as sleepin on you cause u softer den a pillow Ol p**y talkin reckless like a k**er and uh the draws is for the b**hes Hallows for the snitches we dnt play with revolvers play with choppas with extenders I'm a BOSS I tell the hoe to drop nd get the business