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Meekz - Jummah Lyrics



Meekz - Jummah Lyrics
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So, how these niggas gon' keep up
I don't know
(Keep up I don't know, I don't know)
No cap shit, real life rap shit

Runnin' doin' numbers like a ru-runner
Went and spent a Z of bottom on my Louis jumper
I got them akhis 'goin lu-la, hit me on my dulla
And all them akhis make stacks, break packs and go Jummah
'F*ckin with Naz, about to be a cold summer
I need a little bitch trapper and a O phone runner
Need a 24/7, don't go home runner
Big wap, I'll put a hole up in a O-Zone brudda

Gettin' rich off the treacle or the O's of the sugar
Give the music up to go and tour with my brudda
'Cah it's real round 'ere, we was raised without the butter
Even when they get bread they go and throw it down the gutter
Jail turnt me crazy, now they 'callin me a nutter
Snakes in the grass, got me rollin' with the cutter
I just sold another, I don't know your older brother (mm-mm)
I need some rap P's, sick of seein' trap P's
Sick of 'sittin in them dirty traps 'eatin Mac D's
Crack fiends with no teeth
Got my runners doin' numbers like a athlete
Tell them older's, "Take a back seat"
I'll send my youngin' with the suttin' in a taxi
These niggas ain't half as real
Off the roads, I need a half a mill'
But I keep blades like my barber still
Either way I get rich, only time will tell
Best to know I climbed and fell
Been to hell, now my name ringin' like a siren bell
Flippin' hell, I'm high as hell
All I know is buy and sell, every day clientele
Trap turnt my bally YSL
I did spots on my own before I hired help
This the cards I was dealt

Meekz, man, you're 'takin the piss
Now this rap shits makin' me sick
I'm gettin' phone calls that are crazy legit
But I'm gettin' feelings like I'm 'takin a brick
Catch me in the studio makin' a hit
My whole life I've been waitin' for this

Runnin' doin' numbers like a ru-runner
Went and spent a Z of bottom on my Louis jumper
I got them akhis 'goin lu-la, hit me on my dulla
And all them akhis make stacks, break packs and go Jummah
'F*ckin with Naz, about to be a cold summer
I need a little bitch trapper and a O phone runner
Need a 24/7, don't go home runner
Big wap, I'll put a hole up in a O-Zone brudda

Runnin' doin laps like a spr-sprinter
I need a whole lorry for these packs, f*ck a Sprinter
Old dinger, f*ckin' with Fessy, it's a hot winter
Bally on my face, no ninja
Used to fly packs now I'm a ra-rapper
Cling wrapper, big ting slapper
Got my runner doin' laps like a spr-sprinter
I need a whole lorry for these packs, f*ck a Sprinter
Old dinger, f*ckin' with Fessy, it's a hot winter
Bally on my face, no ninja
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So, how these niggas gon' keep up
I don't know
(Keep up I don't know, I don't know)
No cap shit, real life rap shit

Runnin' doin' numbers like a ru-runner
Went and spent a Z of bottom on my Louis jumper
I got them akhis 'goin lu-la, hit me on my dulla
And all them akhis make stacks, break packs and go Jummah
'F*ckin with Naz, about to be a cold summer
I need a little bitch trapper and a O phone runner
Need a 24/7, don't go home runner
Big wap, I'll put a hole up in a O-Zone brudda

Gettin' rich off the treacle or the O's of the sugar
Give the music up to go and tour with my brudda
'Cah it's real round 'ere, we was raised without the butter
Even when they get bread they go and throw it down the gutter
Jail turnt me crazy, now they 'callin me a nutter
Snakes in the grass, got me rollin' with the cutter
I just sold another, I don't know your older brother (mm-mm)
I need some rap P's, sick of seein' trap P's
Sick of 'sittin in them dirty traps 'eatin Mac D's
Crack fiends with no teeth
Got my runners doin' numbers like a athlete
Tell them older's, "Take a back seat"
I'll send my youngin' with the suttin' in a taxi
These niggas ain't half as real
Off the roads, I need a half a mill'
But I keep blades like my barber still
Either way I get rich, only time will tell
Best to know I climbed and fell
Been to hell, now my name ringin' like a siren bell
Flippin' hell, I'm high as hell
All I know is buy and sell, every day clientele
Trap turnt my bally YSL
I did spots on my own before I hired help
This the cards I was dealt

Meekz, man, you're 'takin the piss
Now this rap shits makin' me sick
I'm gettin' phone calls that are crazy legit
But I'm gettin' feelings like I'm 'takin a brick
Catch me in the studio makin' a hit
My whole life I've been waitin' for this

Runnin' doin' numbers like a ru-runner
Went and spent a Z of bottom on my Louis jumper
I got them akhis 'goin lu-la, hit me on my dulla
And all them akhis make stacks, break packs and go Jummah
'F*ckin with Naz, about to be a cold summer
I need a little bitch trapper and a O phone runner
Need a 24/7, don't go home runner
Big wap, I'll put a hole up in a O-Zone brudda

Runnin' doin laps like a spr-sprinter
I need a whole lorry for these packs, f*ck a Sprinter
Old dinger, f*ckin' with Fessy, it's a hot winter
Bally on my face, no ninja
Used to fly packs now I'm a ra-rapper
Cling wrapper, big ting slapper
Got my runner doin' laps like a spr-sprinter
I need a whole lorry for these packs, f*ck a Sprinter
Old dinger, f*ckin' with Fessy, it's a hot winter
Bally on my face, no ninja
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Writer: Mico Howles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: Meekz
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Mico Howles

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