Young Chris - Legggo lyrics

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Young Chris - Legggo lyrics

[Intro – Meek Mill] Meek Mill and Crack Daddy The heat is automatic Somebody tell em [Verse 1 – Peedi Crack] I'm a trooper, and everything I ride's super And my producer, that n***a just flew in from the future And I'm loose off goose, I'm bout to get looser And you could catch me in Bermuda moving with a shooter I'm ready, like Freddy, the fetti [?] heavy And every 13th of January, van kitty city blowing monkey Keep it funky when my pockets was boney, I was lonely But now they husky, I'm hearing donkeys only Thank you, I came through the venue to entertain you A shame I had to bring the bang in case I got to bang you It ain't too many MCs speaking my lingo I change so frequent that the flow can't keep a main ho I can't fold, Pay 40 acres in Jamaica Make a lot of noise and take a lot of sedatives Ain't nothing greater, haters play the back of the theater Players take a bow, flavor by the miles (Ring!) [Hook – Meek Mill] I ain't with that he say she say sh** He say she say she on my dick Yeah I hear a hater talking but they on my dick Will shine like the diamonds all on my wrist Leggo, Leggo, Leggo I tell them haters Leggo, Leggo, Leggo I tell them b**hes Leggo, Leggo, Leggo I tell them b**hes Leggo, Leggo, Leggo [Verse 2 – Meek Mill] First of all, my flavor on ridiculous D square kicking it, Benji after Benjamins And every time I meet em they be sweeter than some cinnamon Cause they know I'm getting it, so they let me swim in it I eat your p**y if it smell like water You can say f** me but don't f** my daughter I ain't even got one yet, they putting in an order Trying to get me to hit it raw so they can child support her Slaughter, rawer than a coke across the border SS Camero looking like a transformer You'll catch me in it dipping like I'm De la Hoya Better yet Mayweather, cause I'm way better And I don't save cheddar, I blow it like candles on my birthday Shawty thirsty, she grabbing on it s** it like she tryna hurt me I call Omelly, we go party on a Thursday [Hook] [Verse 3 – Young Chris] Hundred thousand dollars worth of diamonds, I be shining And that nine that I be [?] fitting fine up in the line Fresh Ferragamo every time when I recline Sitting higher while they climbing, I don't lie when I be rhyming Gucci [?], 2010 signing Dropped the fourth quarter, Mike Brown put LeBron in n***a where your cash at? Your plastic declining Fresh check out my dresser, fashion designing Clean cut, coupe cream guts, slight tint Austere fruity, the steam up See me get cracked, hog the scene up Three franchises like Boston teamed up Have you seen us? But this is Philadelph, we did it all You got to load the hitter soft She got it in we get it all We don't even listen to your whack rap n***a 2010 edition of that ratpack n***a [Hook]