Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed
Ill turn u rappers into minced meat
And that's why they called you bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Stole his wallet and proceeded to run.
There are times when you'll need someone
Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket
Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit
You'll never meet (meat) me
Summertime in the city
- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Yeah you can call me new meat
I keep my money neat
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
So get yo wallet out and pay the bill.
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