Meek Mill and Kur - Munch

Yeah, like, I'm the baddest bitch walkin'
Like, it's nuancin' me
He's really feelin' me, he's callin' me everyday (Chaser, Chaser)
And it's just like payin' for everythin', haha
Yeah (he's callin' me right now, wait, hold on) (stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

You thought I was feelin' you? (Trippin')
Bitch, you easy to fuck
You know I'm from Philly, I'm greasy as fuck
Whatever I said, I was greasin' you up (whatever I said)
You thought I was feelin' you? (Thought I was what?)
You leavin' or what?
That money I gave you wasn't even enough
That wasn't a lick, I was keepin' you up (for real though)
I'm really poppin', let's keep it a bean
I'm from Philly, say what do you mean?
You the type bitch, I don't wanna be seen
If we fuck, don't bring up my name
I don't even wear that shit they wear
I come through Louis, A1, they clean
She fucked him for some to get back
But I'm like, "Shh," 'cause he on team (he was a member)
And she wonder why she on seen
Lil' ass Glock with the clip, hangin' out in the flashlight
It came with a beam, gotta see in the dark (peekaboo)
Snake-ass niggas try to slide
Y'all niggas gon' bleed, I'm playin' my part (ayy)
Pretty lil' vibe, I ain't even gotta give her no cheat
She take it back far (choke), breathe (breathe), breathe (breathe) (you're so nasty)
Do you know who we are?
Pull up in the hood with a chopstick, .223s, they'll go through a car (brrt)
He got smoke with me, he know he better not go in no bars (better not)
'Cause I'll get right in my bag with this cash, real quick, stop goin' too far (too far)
Blitz (blitz), my young nigga don't miss (don't miss)
She had fun with my homie, cool, she know we ain't ever gon' kiss (don't kiss)
Finesse, it's cool when they do it, I do it, they pissed (they pissed)
Impressed, I hit it two times and I wanted to flood her wrist
Do what I want, I turn her my bitch
Blue-red Birkin, no Blood, no Crip
Knowin' for certain, ain't tellin' on shit
Just give me my time and send me my flicks
Call my mom, she'll give me a lawyer
Do my push-ups, come back brick
I used to always tell my P.O., "You lock me up, I'ma come back rich"
You pop at us, I'ma come back quick (brrt), spin, do it again (spin)
You and your friend, the one that's twin, give it a kiss while I'm puttin' it in
I had dropped this shit, no reason, I'm on fire, I'm puttin' it in
I'm at the top floor, Air Force season, G29 on my Glock .10, yeah

Gang (slide)
You thought I-
You thought I was feelin' you?
(You thought I was-) (stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
(You thought I was feelin' you?)
Nah (you thought I was-)
You thought you was runnin' that shit on me like that?
(Stop playin' with 'em, riot) (let's get it)
Nah

You thought I was feelin' you? (Uh)
I was, but it wasn't that much
You had got lucky when I hit your butt
Hotels in the ducky, did that for a month like (real talk)
You thought I was feelin' you? (Yeah, yeah)
I was just callin' it lust
Your new nigga, he ain't important enough
If he ask, would you tell him I bought you that stuff? (I mean)
These hoes fake, let's keep it a bean
Young Seven Nine, or I go by Hajim (yeah)
Her shit is fatter when it's out of jeans
I'm hearin' it splatter, I'm watchin' it cream
I like it waxed and I need it clean
I made her look back out her eye, while she stream
"Anything goes, just say, 'Please'" (come on)
That's what she told me while she on her knees
I'm from the road, I rep Fourteen (yeah)
You know my mode, collect more beans (yeah)
It hurt they soul when I succeed
Hurt a lil' more when I cop them keys
Made her suck dick, but I'm not gon' eat (what else?)
Sike, you know I'ma eat it, my face where you should be seated
Don't take it easy, sluttin' these hoes at the Four Seasons, I don't take it easy (what?)
Been in this shit for a dime, and still talkin' greasy, you best believe me (let's get it)
Not sure what her boyfriend did, but she tryna fuck me and suck me and please me (okay)
Snipin' 'em down is easy (let's get it), let's get it poppin', like Breezy (what?)
She textin' my phone, she textin' my phone like, "Feed me" (yeah, yeah)
Bitches greedy

Gang (come on)
You thought I- (hell, nah)
You thought I was feelin' you? (Needy)

Written by:
Robert Rihmeek Williams, Chauncey Ellison

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