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Me OK Lyrics

[Hook]
First they tell ya "m***********, trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a b**** before my bread, hey, now me OK

[Verse 1]
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, looking like two blocks
They ain't know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo
All my n***** is 'bout it, all my b****** is with it
One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit
Real n**** fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, nine hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip
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[Verse 2]
When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam
If j***le ain't droppin', n****, what the f*** is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss s***, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you b****** ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Got some s*** up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a n**** totin'
Keep that street n**** paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord
Wassup
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[Verse 3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't p***ounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, n***** thought I owned the Rollie store
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or s*** without my m**********' pistol

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