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Meek Mill The Plug Lyrics

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Word to myself, man I don't let 'em see the master in me
Load my 30, leave the crib and bring that choppa with me
I run them streets and make it home soon as my momma hit me
Put my son to sleep and right back to the drama quickly
Papi said he got them bricks and we gonna take 'em down
I call Omelly bring them shooters, we gonna lay 'em down
He said he coming and he coming in with 80 pound
We finna line a nigga up and we gonna take 'em down
Hello, dimelo
Papi, where you at? El Camino
He said it's in and I'm like Papi bring the set
He brought his shooter, I'mma probably bring the MAC
I spent my money on a lawyer and it's time to get it back
I got niggas in the bushes and they lurking
Young niggas barely legal but they murking
I hit them with the Desert Eagle and it's curtains
I'mma shoot him in his head 'cause I heard that nigga working

Pac man what's the deal, man? It's Omelly, what's popping?
What's up cool?
Ain't shit, chilling, hey, look though, I got this thing for us
Get the fuck outta here, what's the score?
80 joints, nigga
80 joints?
Let me connect, man
Get the fuck outta here, Papi
Yeah man, let's bring the ladders, man
Are you kidding me? Say no more man, I'm on my way

Riding four deep, on my way to Meek
Said he got a lick for us, know this nigga sweet
Said he got 80 jawns, who to call but me?
So I called my dogs 'cause my dogs gotta eat
Let him off the leash now it's time to fetch
Got MacDonald's money but I'm tryna eat Felipe's
Tired of all this drought shit, this broke shit ain't me
If this thing go right, it's gonna put me on my feet, where I need to be
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I ain't lying Meek, this nigga move, I'm leaving it
I got some loose cannons and they all agreeing with me
Black glove, black hoodies, I brought the team with me
Black strap, MAC shit, brought the machines with me
Now we sliding down the North, the 23rd inverse 'cause Papi he got that work
Young hitters they with me, they tryna murk
I just tell them chill, we gonna take him for what he worth

These fucking mamarichos
These fucking cocksuckers
What's up Papi? Talk to me
They tryin to set me up, ah? Cool
They try to take my gold
Well, no Papi, not today
I need you here
It's too easy
I have a ticket waiting for you in Miami International
Agreed
One more thing
Just smell OMD
Alrighty baby, let's get it

Load up the AK and the motherfucking MAC-11
Hundred thangs to a dope boy, fucking blessing
Hit up Boobie told him meet me on 183rd
Funny how 187 get your boy hundred burst
Bang, dead, county niggas ain't a game
We call 'em snitch snitch 'cause they gonna let 'em rain
SK's I just grind last month, nigga
My new shooter ain't prayed in a month, nigga
Got the devil in a molly, know it N1's
Told 'em bring back all the paper and the 10 tons
See them boys selling dope just a day job
But dropping bodies how they really pay them bills boy
So Papi how you want it? Body bag, closed cat
Keep it clean, let 'em live
Bring back all that dope and cash
Paper right on sight, boy that's how it go
Tell 'em how you want it, Papi
Matalo!


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