Wit the shits – Meek Mill lyrics

Lyrics Wit the shits – Meek Mill

Wit the shits lyrics
Uh, shawty was frontin’, now she throw that p***y at me (Throwin’ that p***y)
Told her meet me at the clearport, she got happy (She got hyped)
You don’t want these problems, lil scrappy (You don’t want problems)
If you talk, when you see me, just don’t dap me, for real
Back on my savage s**t, got that p***y off accident (Yeah)
Fuckin’ these ratchet bitches, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, yeah
I just been havin’ it, lovin’ this money, I’m passionate, yeah
Once I f**k like Meechy, hoe, give you my a*s to kiss, pause
N***a said he hit my hoe, so what?
N***a, I hit that too, yeah
She said she don’t swallow, grow up
This s**t grown-ups do, uh
I’ma put a check on your b***h a*s
Homie gon’ spin back through, yeah
Catch you on the block where you swim with the gang
Turn your whole s**t Piru-ru
Get some p***y on a plane (On a plane)
This the type s**t that I do (I do)
Who your #WCW? (Who dat?)
The the type of h**s I screw (I screw)
This the type of h**s I got (I got)
New Hermes flip flops (Sheesh)
If ain’t got no time for the hoe and I really like her, she’ll get a wrist watch (Gang)

Do a split on the d**k (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil’ b***h (Lil’ b***h)
She ask her friends (What?), “Should I let him hit?” (What they say?)
She say, “Girl, you better f**k him if he rich”
He gettin’ it, bad b***h, hittin’ it (Whoa)
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin’ it (Crippin’ it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I’m rich, really is
You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)

¿Quién es la mami que manda?
No tienes mula so yo te di banda
‘Tamos fuma’o de la ganja
Pila de tigueres, rabia con armas
I let them eat up the nana, then bone a n***a, like, “See you
Mañana”
Baddest lil’ b***h on my genre
I got your b***h that’s fuckin’ up commas
Icy, icy, icy, drip all on me, watch me when I move (When I move)
If you like ’em freaky, baby, she could come here, too (For real?)
You could eat this p***y while I watch her fuckin’ you
Call that hoe a Uber when we done, it’s up to you (Oh, yeah)
Who your #MCM? B***h, I make him swipe
I won’t mention these h**s, I might give them likes
I just want the head, you can spend the night (Oh my god)
Kissin’ him sloppy, callin’ him papi, that s**t get him hype (Que perro)

Do a split on the d**k (Do a split)
If you really with the shits, lil’ b***h (Lil’ b***h)
She ask her friends (What?), “Should I let him hit?” (What they say?)
She say, “Girl, you better f**k him if he rich”
He gettin’ it, bad b***h, hittin’ it
New foreign, whippin it (Skrt)
Blue face, crippin’ it (Crippin’ it)
I go all day, count them Benjamins (Benjis)
I’m rich, really is
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You sick, syphilis (Yeah, uh)
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Wit the shits - Meek Mill
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