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King Hendricks - Meat Market Lyrics

Meat Market Lyrics[Intro]
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[Verse]
I just lost a hundred G's, boy, the paper long
When she leave, she gon' go to who you hated on
Put a nigga on his feet and never make it known
Dolla send me twenty P's, same day, they gone
Why you ridin' with a K and it ain't automatic?
Beno came home today, now he out in traffic
We ain't goin' in the safe, pull it out the mattress
Your nigga workin' with the state, he just got his taxes
Got an Asian in LA, look like Ben Baller
Put my nigga on the play, I ain't make ten dollars
I might give a free eighth to the tenth caller
All my niggas gettin' cake to the tenth power
I was 'bout to hit your bae, but I didn't call her
Buy a hundred whips today, we gon' tint all 'em
Bad bitches to the left, we gon' pimp all 'em
Get 'em to your doorstep, but I don't install 'em
Yeah, sell it by the pound like the meat market
Know them niggas out of town like, "What he chargin'?"
Pull up on me, spend a bag, ain't no free parking
Nigga catch me down bad, I ain't gon' plea bargain
Trick fell in love with her, she gon' keep chargin'
Fifteen thousand for the puppy, this bitch keep barkin'
Five niggas came with you, but it's three starvin'
We them niggas, you ain't never gon' see me arguin'
How you always in the street and your pocket empty?
I could've played Lil Meech in the documentary
She gon' still choose me if I ain't got a penny
All these pints ain't cheap, you would've bought some Henny
We do valet at Nobu, I used to walk to Denny's
If we was trappin', I don't know you 'less you bought a twenty
Backpack full of dough, though, I brought plenty
All them rats in your photo, you Walt Disney
Bitch, don't bring me no fee if it's not a dub
Bro just did that for free, it was outta love
Honey keep that shit a G, remind me of my plug
CEOs in VIP, we 'bout to buy the club
Cut it with a razor blade, but I ain't no barber
Slap the fade off a nigga, now he Coach Carter
I made ten racks today, I gotta go harder
Heard your nigga writin' statements, he a whole Arthur
My young nigga beat the state, he used my old lawyer
Young nigga sip drank like that's cold water
Twelve bottles in the cases, ain't no Ozarka
My nigga pull up, cop a play, then fix his own order
Ridin' on the freeway in the big Impala
Got a line on the yay, he from Nicaragua
Hit your BM yesterday and give y'all kid a dollar
I be stompin' on the yay in my Balenciagas
Got a plug in LA on the doohickeys
Hit your BM yesterday, she was too sticky

[Outro]
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