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Peta Lyrics By Roddy Ricch Featuring Meek Mill

    meek mill
    yeah yeah

    meek mill
    i used to fuck up my reup
    now it’s the jet with my feet up
    igotthe money andpower
    now none of these niggas cansee us
    i’m rocking furs on furs furs
    i’m probably beefing with peta
    i gotta pay her to leave her
    it’s probably cheaper to keep her

    post roddy ricch
    i keep ’bout twenty racks inside the lam’ truck a nigga slidin’ dawg
    i just put twenty racks on his head the young nigga slidin’ dawg
    i get a bag then double it double it
    all of that talk it ain’t adding up adding up
    these niggas calling a peace treaty
    bitch i’ve been turning the static up

    roddy ricch
    nigga i’m turning the savage up savage up
    bentley rolls royce in the fleet ayy
    i bet that cannon got reach
    i still keep it under the seat
    i pop them rubber bands for a living i might keep the racks in a mink mink
    and i got fiji on me she mistake my patek for the sink
    i was in dallas at vlive honeycomb settings in the chain like a beehive
    he say he want the static with a nigga seen him in the streets he ain’t tryna be ’bout it ayy
    they know the crippin’ is serious ayy
    blue faces in my amiris
    we got a sprinter of hoes coming in i like my bad bitches curious
    i just ordered up a rolls royce truck with the gucci interior interior ayy
    when i was bending the block with the lasers out they thought it was christmas
    up the block and knock his braces out we caught ’em slipping
    we was working out that vacant house god forgive me forgive me

    meek mill
    i used to fuck up my reup
    now it’s the jet with my feet up
    i got the money and power
    now none of these niggas can see us
    i’m rocking furs on furs furs
    i’m probably beefing with peta
    i gotta pay her to leave her
    it’s probably cheaper to keep her

    post roddy ricch
    i keep ’bout twenty racks inside the lam’ truck a nigga slidin’ dawg
    i just put twenty racks on his head the young nigga slidin’ dawg
    i get a bag then double it double it
    all of that talk it ain’t adding up adding up
    these niggas calling a peace treaty
    bitch i’ve been turning the static up

    meek mill
    uh they was wondering what meek’d do
    yellow lamb’ look like pikachu
    back to back in them roll royce jumpin’ out them ghosts playing peekaboo
    eenie meenie miney moe see a bad bitch i could peekaboo
    rolls royce to the chopper chopper to the jet cali’ a week or two
    ayy all of that talk it ain’t addin’ up
    i’ve just been loadin’ them ladders up
    i heard they say they gon’ rob me
    i hope them niggas can back it up back it up
    nigga just quit all that actin’ tough
    see you we turning our savage up savage up
    swim in the racks drip or drown nigga
    fuck it i’m floodin’ the patek up patek up
    fuckin’ that bitch like i’m mad at her
    i never play with that pussy pussy
    i keep some hittas with rachets tucked
    all of them killers don’t push me push me
    nigga you balling on rookie rookie
    this shit is hall of fame fame
    i got k’s they jealous of each other i’m treatin’ them all the same same
    i got too many bitches that i’m takin’ care of and they all complain complain
    i’m never trippin’ ’bout none of these bitches ’cause i know it’s all a game game
    i paid the cost for fame i even seen my dawg show fangs
    just for the love of the money and chains
    ‘member we said that we never would change
    ‘member we said that we never would switch
    i made the call let ’em get hit
    way that i’m built never could snitch
    niggas get killed fuckin’ with this
    fucking with us i took my reup and doubled it up
    baking soda started bubbling up
    they tried to throw the kid under the bus now i’m running it up

    meek mill
    i used to fuck up my reup
    now it’s the jet with my feet up
    i got the money and power
    now none of these niggas can see us
    i’m rocking furs on furs furs
    i’m probably beefing with peta
    i gotta pay her to leave her
    it’s probably cheaper to keep her

    post roddy ricch
    i keep ’bout twenty racks inside the lam’ truck a nigga slidin’ dawg
    i just put twenty racks on his head the young nigga slidin’ dawg
    i get a bag then double it double it
    all of that talk it ain’t adding up adding up
    these niggas calling a peace treaty
    bitch i’ve been turning the static up

    Artist: Roddy Ricch Featuring Meek Mill

    Year: 2019

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 459