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Artiste : Meek Mill
Titre : Super Gremlin
You actin´ like a lil´ bitch right now, nigga
Fuck that, I ain´t lettin´ that´s hit ride
We gon´ go and smoke all these motherfuckers
I don´t care who the fuck out there

Goddamn it, is you down, nigga?
Man, both of y´all shut the fuck up
Well, we could be superstars (We could´ve been superstars but niggas be playin´ slime)
We been rather wreckin´ cars (Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
Man, we play for keeps
What is at stakes for us? (Grind, thirst, hunger)
Kickin´ off power mirrors
Say you my nigga, you say you my hitter, but I don´t remember you deep in the trenches (Yeah, we could be superstars)
I´m swingin´ them switches at you and your niggas
If you ever wonder why I´m bein´ distant
Know why I´m slidin´, I ain´t even wildin´, no one here survivin´ this life that we livin´
If we really rockin´, then why you feel comfortable talkin´ ´round opps about my business?

Yeah, I´m in that zone
Done got the ride, I check out the Track´ and they can´t even follow me home (Skrrt)
I´m really from Philly, I know all the killers, I call ´em, then I´ma be wrong
My youngin a soldier, they gave him a twenty
I told him he gotta be strong
I sent him some pictures, whenever he get ´em, I know that he probably alone
He wrote me, he told me that he livin´ through me
I said, "Broski, you ???" (Yo, bro)
It´s crazy, I ain´t even writin´ ´cause I wanna tell him what I´m really on
Slidin´, eighty rounds, Glocks, see my kids, I gotta get home
I seen lames turn superstars
And that ´Gram cut off, and ya mans cut off

´Cause you went too hard, and yeah, I went too hard
He back broke, he tryna hitch ya yard
You a type nigga try to get ya dawg headshot, don´t even tell ´em what ya charge
Red dot, I ain´t really tryna miss at all
This love won´t really take risks at all
Nah, I was in back of the ´Bach when I put up the track with the gremlins
We done got hold of the money and move like the Russians at the Kremlin
AMG go sixty-three, G-Wagon, hear the engine (Vroom)
YG Air Force fifty, bendin´ corners, scrapin´ fenders
Somebody tell me who fuckin´ with me
And don´t bring up no bitches that´s fuckin´ with me

No competition when niggas are with me
Don´t bring up no niggas that´s fuckin´ with me
If you a hater, don´t try to persuade me ´bout none of them niggas that´s fuckin´ with me
And don´t speak on niggas, got money with me
All the niggas that´s thuggin´ with me
You don´t fuck with my day ones? Fuck you, nigga
It could be what you want it to be
Got big bank, yeah, I´ll crush you, nigga
That lil´ money ain´t nothin´ to me
I ain´t chasin´ no ho, they be runnin´ to me
I ain´t payin´ no hoes, they be comin´ to me
If I keep it a thousand, I´ll be in the islands
You run in my hitters before you could run into me

Yeah, we could´ve been superstars (I don´t trust him)

If he spin again, better shoot his car (Better dust him)
Now, it´s not safe for you (Why?)
My youngin put a switch on this Glick

Yeah