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      Jefe (Ft Meek Mill)

      Jefe (Ft Meek Mill)


      Album: Dime Trap

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      T.I. - Jefe (Ft Meek Mill) Música y Letra

      Oyy papi, 
      No more apologizing for being excellent
      From now on man, fuck it, I'm just gon' be dope
      And no apologize for it
      I'm sorry I'm dope, nigga
      Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life
      God, I'm so good
      Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it again 
      I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend 
      Shit, look at these haters, they hating again 
      I know they don't like it, they taking it in
      Fuck up a check, then we making it back
      She like Chanel, I'ma drape her in that
      She want the D, I've been waiting on that
      I've been doing my thing, they've been hating on that
      And I meant what I said, I ain't taking it back
      We get you chain, we ain't taking it back
      Reach for my chain, get for that
      Only speak on my name when you stating the facts, please
      I know we balling too much
      And all of these pretty hoes falling for us
      I say ven aquí mami, and call it to us
      If I give you my number, don't call me too much, comprende?
      City to city, bad bitches and tities, she jump on the jet with me, she on the tour
      I'm in Balenci', Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on Benji and she in Dior
      Flex on the 'gram just to look like you got it, but really you broke
      Since suckas pop shit on their twitter, like killers and really get smoked 
      Know niggas that used to be trappers on twitter just telling these jokes 
      While we gettin' money, just burning this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
      They say we talk about money too much
      But maybe they ain't getting money enough
      I say, 'Dimelo' papi, he combo the trucks
      He gon' make a tab and I'm running it up, gracias!
      Let me welcome you, get introduced to the king
      Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they clean
      So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, when you see 'em, don't do anything
      Okay, killing these niggas with more than before
      Been stuntin' and shining since back in the nineties
      I'm 'bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city behind me
      Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds
      In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly about me
      I'm solid and thorough, stand up as fuck
      See these niggas, I just be like, 'What the fuck?'
      Ain't no way in hell you can fuck with us
      Like a bad bitch with no furniture
      I can't do nothin' with her
      Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung with her
      That's how I do, ay, can't give you the formula
      Don't stop me, I'm just warming up
      Niggas be actin', the fuck they perfomin' for
      Leave 'em right there for the coroner
      Man, my bitch look so bad, she a foreigner
      Aston Martin, the attire is formal
      How we kick it, ain't shit 'bout us normal
      We Grand Hustle, scheming and chasing our dream
      Stacking that paper
      Hearin' my raps, you see me, you see what I mean
      Dripping that flavor
      Fuck niggas hating, don't try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
      Ski an invader
      David Chepelle told me you niggas is funny as hell
      Run to the smoke and then running in tail
      Open the vault 'cause you jail
      Como dice Pablo plata or plomo?
      Así es como es
      Que te vaya bien bitch
      Hey, que pase, mi amigo 
      You know that nigga?
      What'd he do?
      Ask him if he got some weed
      Yo quiero grande mota
      Man, what'd you just say?
      Cómo se dice a lot of weed
      Yeah yo quiero grande mota
      Hell yeah
      Ya dig?

      T.I. - Jefe (Ft Meek Mill) Música y Letra






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