Текст песни I'm the Shit - Meek Mill
Chilling
in
the
cut
higher
than
a
Louis
tag
When
I
see
them
biddies
I
remind
them
of
a
Gucci
bag
Cause
they
want
me
and
they
need
me
I'm
like
Seymour,
feed
me
I'm
getting
money
believe
me
Hoes
want
to
fuck
the
kid
cause
I'm
on
T.V
Diamonds
in
my
neck,
check
[?]
Shades
on
wonder
where
I
got
that
from
Stevie
We
be
anywhere
them
motherfucking
keys
be
Easy
I
make
it
look
Bad
bitch
gon'
take
a
look
Dawg
I'm
on
another
page
I
might
as
well
just
make
a
book
Niggas
that
can
spit
but
never
ever
could
they
make
a
That's
why
they
can't
stand
it,
and
I'm
in
demanding
Boss
shit
raw
shit
I
could
get
your
man
hit
I
put
bread
all
over
that
beef
like
a
sandwhich
I'm
the
shit
Check
out
my
swag,
look
at
my
pockets,
and
do
the
math
We
getting
money
you
doing
bad
I
see
in
these
niggas
faces
that
they
mad
Cause
I'm
the
shit
I'm
the
shit
I'm
the
shit
I'm
the
shit
Ya
I'm
the
shit
I'm
the
shit
I'm
the
shit
I'm
the
shit
I'm
the
shit
I'm
the
shit
I'm
the
shit
I'm
the
shit
Ya
I'm
the
shit
I'm
the
shit
I'm
the
shit
I'm
the
shit
I
make
them
sick
make
'em
make
'em
sick
Get
your
get
your
money
daddy
gon'
make
it
flip
I'm
the
shit
take
a
sniff
On
point
Mama
Swiff
And
I
shine
brighter
than
a
time
piece
on
my
wrist
Use
a
window
washer
I
advise
it
Swisher
in
a
wrapper
under
my
[?]
Insane
in
the
brain
I
need
a
psychiatrist
All
this
hating
that
they
doing
going
to
make
me
get
violent
Still
stunting
so
you
better
believe
it
cause
I
told
you
Fuck
a
nigga
[?]
money
tricking
shit
we
don't
do
Fuck
them
niggas
get
the
money
type
of
shit
we
toast
to
Louis
you
should
brag
about
I
been
here
they
my
old
shoes
Ha,
y'all
late
like
old
news
Trash
ass
won't
stop
stink
like
Young
Pooh
Pewh,
me
and
Meek
still
killing
it
Y'all
keep
screaming
y'all
the
shit
but
we
for
real
with
it
I
hopped
up
out
the
cell
swagging
Pull
up
in
the
550
looking
like
a
wagon
I
be
spitting
fire
plus
I'm
flyer
than
a
dragon
When
they
mention
competition
I
be
laughing
I'm
the
shit
where
my
toilet
paper
at
They
was
hating
when
I
was
down
now
where
all
of
them
haters
at
Now
I'm
back
up
on
that
G
shit
Filling
up
like
three
clip
See
me
in
the
streets
they
switch
the
words
like
its
a
remix
Uh,
I
hit
bitches
like
Chris
Brown
I'm
king
of
my
city
just
waiting
to
get
crowned
You
highness,
I'm
as
hot
as
a
volcano
Give
your
bitch
pipe
work
like
drain
though
Aye
ho,
I
roll
in
then
roll
out
That
pounds
in
the
old
house
Shit
I'm
like
the
fire
man
cause
I
bring
them
hose
out
Every
time
I'm
partying,
wrist
wear
be
Cartier
Shining
for
the
audience
they
watch
me
like
an
audience
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