MEEKZ – WEIGHT GAINER Lyrics

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I do what I gotta do, I don’t care if I get caught
CPS can play my whole tape in court
I let it set, let Annette scrape the ‘Rex and the fork
Dust on the side, I left cling on the floor
Wear my latex gloves, don’t let it sink in my pores
Gotta keep the house clean and wash my prints of course
I gotta, give it ’em pure and have ’em ringin’ me more
No shinin’ when I’m grindin’, gotta live like I’m poor

I mean literally poor
No money in the house, expect a kick at the door
Same spot I made 50 or more
Ready, set, I won’t let it rest
I don’t fear death, I really walk with the dead
I’m havin’ thoughts in my head
If I was born into bread
They think I did, but they don’t know that big Nev
Lost it all in the end
I did this all for revenge
The system went and took all of my friends
It’s alright, we’re back ballin’ again

I do what I wanna do, I don’t care if I get watched
CPS can play my whole tape in the dock (Stream that)
Face on or not
My name’s flamin’ hot (Flamin’)
Yo
What you got?
What you need?
Down or top?
Good or not?
Run an oz
Alright
Meet me by the bookie shop

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Half a box later, now my spot gettin’ baiter
Risk taker, big blazer
Forgettin’ where I hid paper (Fuckin’ hell)
It’s been a day, I’m on my fifth flavour
I left some bottom in the weight gainer
And found it days later
I’m big major, you a big hater
Gimme the fruits for my labour
I got glue on my trainer
No time to shoot vids when I’m stuck in the T
Before I made a YouTube, they was lookin’ on me
So it ain’t nuttin to me
I’m tryna hug the strip
Gotta cuddle the T
So I can bubble off Bs
Shake the struggle off me
You would’ve left the streets if you seen the fee
For a bookin’ for me

So tell the CPS, the HMP, GMP
Keep watching
Stream that, cop that
And watch my shit go triple gold, platinum

I do what I gotta do, I don’t care if I get caught
CPS can play my whole tape in court
I let it set, let Annette scrape the ‘Rex and the fork
Dust on the side, I left cling on the floor
Wear my latex gloves, don’t let it sink in my pores
Gotta keep the house clean and wash my prints of course
I gotta, give it ’em pure and have ’em ringin’ me more
No shinin’ when I’m grindin’, gotta live like I’m poor

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