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    Memphis Bleek

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    [Chorus]
    Memph Bleek is... (murda)
    Memph Bleek is...(drugs)
    Memph Bleek is...(money)
    Memph Bleek is...(money holda, shot caller, blunt smoka, hot roller)
    Memph Bleek is... (murda)
    Memph Bleek is...(drugs)
    Memph Bleek is...(money)
    Memph Bleek is...(money)
    Memph Bleek is...(drugs)
    Memph Bleek is...(money holda, shot caller, blunt smoka, hot roller)

    [Memphis Bleek]
    Memph Bleek where the hoez at
    Be where the dough at
    Treez, yo I blow dat
    C's yo I hold that
    Guns, yo I tote that
    O's, sold that
    Blow niggaz for stuntin, Fuck y'all frontin
    The war you could get that
    Spit till I sip that
    Gunz, neva sit back
    Money I'ma get that
    Mind I don't play y'all
    Bleek still the same y'all
    Aim the rod then I blaze the squad
    All the hoez roll the weed up
    You know that it's G's up
    Roll till you eat some
    I flow for the threesomes
    Chickens I dont need them
    Snitches I'ma see them
    Meet em with the gunz and heat em with the one's
    If you feel that you die-proof, .45 proof
    I'll find where they hide you, outline you
    You niggaz know the name and my bitches know the game
    I'm in it for life and want all y'all to say
    It's life, Money... drugs... murder for life, what you think y'all

    [Chorus]

    [Memphis Bleek]
    Yo these streets, I control now
    Creep on the low now
    Empty and reload now
    See me on the flow now
    Drugs I could move quick
    Thug on my new strip
    Pump till I move bricks
    Floss till I lose chips
    ? got it gemmed up
    Accord got it rimmed up
    Roll wit da dog On top is where you end up
    Ride in a hot whip
    Live in a hot crib
    Spend what you got Memph
    I'm about that hot shit
    Bitches give me Brain Now
    Bleek do his thang now
    Eat em hoez the same now
    Creep In the game now
    Lay up wit the right bird
    Me, I'm tryin to slice first
    Tryin to flow suttin you go head and owe suttin
    I'm high...roll suttin
    You Die if you know suttin
    And break me off wit some of the O's or suttin
    The M-e-m-p-h man, Memph Bleek don't play
    We all gotta eat Swizz Beats make Ñem say
    Money Drugz Murda for Life what you think y'all huh

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on December 24th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Malik Deshawn Cox, Kasseem Dean.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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