Show You How To Do This Meek Mill (Ft. Black Deniro & Ms. Jade)
"Show You How To Do This" by Meek Mill (Ft. Black Deniro & Ms. Jade) is a hip-hop track from 2011. It emphasizes themes of street life, resilience, and ambition, showcasing the artists' skills and lifestyle. The song features hard-hitting beats and catchy hooks, reflecting the energy of urban culture. Its confident tone has resonated with fans, contributing to Meek Mill's rise in the rap scene. #HipHop
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I show you how to do this youngin
How you want it my sneaks is nine hundred
These ain't Gucci baby these is the Louis
In the kitchen with the white it smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach you still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even got a chop I be playing with the flow
Like, how y'all suckas gon' hate on me
Know half y'all sucka done ate off me
Like gon' fuck around with the eight on me
You want to make it fall like 803
308, motivation I feed off hate
Want to talk money nigga we all straight
Everybody good nigga we all ate, we all ate
[?] twist it back
Two hands we get high no kickback
Young boy head shot get your shit cracked
Hot shit, break you off like Kit-Kat
Trying to [?] worrying about when TIP back
Oh shit I forgot I done spit that
Late night you was worrying where your chick at
Blame it on me 'round time when I hit that
Stupid chick even [?] where the kids at
I was inside screwing around where the bricks at
Pull up in the drop, hater how you get that
I make them even madder when I switch that
Neck cold wrist froze like a six pack
Hot shit brick it back like click clack
[?] to get back
Looking for new shit nigga this that
I show you how to do this youngin
How you want it my sneaks is nine hundred
These ain't Gucci baby these is the Louis
In the kitchen with the white it smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach you still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even got a chop I be playing with the flow
Like, how y'all suckas gon' hate on me
Know half y'all sucka done ate off me
Like gon' fuck around with the eight on me
You want to make it fall like 803
308, motivation I feed off hate
Want to talk money nigga we all straight
Everybody good nigga we all ate, we all ate
[?] twist it back
Two hands we get high no kickback
Young boy head shot get your shit cracked
Hot shit, break you off like Kit-Kat
Trying to [?] worrying about when TIP back
Oh shit I forgot I done spit that
Late night you was worrying where your chick at
Blame it on me 'round time when I hit that
Stupid chick even [?] where the kids at
I was inside screwing around where the bricks at
Pull up in the drop, hater how you get that
I make them even madder when I switch that
Neck cold wrist froze like a six pack
Hot shit brick it back like click clack
[?] to get back
Looking for new shit nigga this that
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