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Ink whattup...\nI'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the evening\nThese niggas is haters they know that we eatin'\nI got a bitch she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we speakin'\nI get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend\nI'm just a young nigga outchea ballin', all these bad bitches callin'\nRollie all flooded to New Orleans and a big Rolls Royces, can't park it\nGot gold rims on my Ash Martin and I'm rollin' up in that foreign\nI said all my bitches half foreign, you could run tell that ask Martin, hold up\nI flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch goin insta-ham\nPyrex pot that's insta-grams, drop that work that's insta-bands\nAnd I'm sittin' man, on a couple mill, swear my life's so fuckin' real\nBack to the wall like fuck the world; a nigga say fuck me, I'mma fuck his girl like WHOA!\n\nI'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house\nThrowing this money like it's no running out\nOkay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher?\nAnd drop it down the pole like it's a fire\nNow let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass\nI can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass\nLet me see just what you're doing with your bad ass\nI can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass\n\nNow go ahead with that bad ass and fast cash my dash pass\nThem silicones and fat ass, got cheese out, no rat trap\nReal late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic\nJust move it 'til the bass slap the bass slap like the Mac S\nNo question we turnt up, workin' on my fourth cup\nThen throwin' all this money like the ass is for purchase\nVery important persons, don't take it too personal\nGot more bottles than homies, it's a movie, ready for the show\n\nI'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house\nThrowing this money like it's no running out\nOkay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher?\nAnd drop it down the pole like it's a fire\n\nGo! (Show off)\nGo! (Show off)\nGo! (Show off)\nYeah! 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Ink whattup...\n[02:47.88] I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the evening\n[02:51.05] These niggas is haters they know that we eatin'\n[02:54.44] I got a bitch she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we speakin'\n[02:58.00] I get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend\n[03:01.39] I'm just a young nigga outchea ballin', all these bad bitches callin'\n[03:04.82] Rollie all flooded to New Orleans and a big Rolls Royces, can't park it\n[03:08.78] Got gold rims on my Ash Martin and I'm rollin' up in that foreign\n[03:11.75] I said all my bitches half foreign, you could run tell that ask Martin, hold up\n[03:15.52] I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch goin insta-ham\n[03:18.61] Pyrex pot that's insta-grams, drop that work that's insta-bands\n[03:22.12] And I'm sittin' man, on a couple mill, swear my life's so fuckin' real\n[03:25.19] Back to the wall like fuck the world; a nigga say fuck me, I'mma fuck his girl like WHOA!\n[03:29.37] I'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house\n[03:33.25] Throwing this money like it's no running out\n[03:35.64] Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher?\n[03:39.11] And drop it down the pole like it's a fire\n[03:42.55] Now let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass\n[03:45.90] I can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass\n[03:49.58] Let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass\n[03:50.06] I can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass\n[03:50.48] Now go ahead with that bad ass and fast cash my dash pass\n[03:53.14] Them silicones and fat ass, got cheese out, no rat trap\n[03:56.58] Real late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic\n[03:59.32] Just move it 'til the bass slap the bass slap like the Mac S\n[04:03.45] No question we turnt up, workin' on my fourth cup\n[04:06.76] Then throwin' all this money like the ass is for purchase\n[04:10.21] Very important persons, don't take it too personal\n[04:12.95] Got more bottles than homies, it's a movie, ready for the show\n[04:17.65] I'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house\n[04:20.54] Throwing this money like it's no running out\n[04:23.39] Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher?\n[04:27.04] And drop it down the pole like it's a fire\n[04:30.49] Go! 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Ink whattup...\nI'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the evening\nThese niggas is haters they know that we eatin'\nI got a bitch she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we speakin'\nI get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend\nI'm just a young nigga outchea ballin', all these bad bitches callin'\nRollie all flooded to New Orleans and a big Rolls Royces, can't park it\nGot gold rims on my Ash Martin and I'm rollin' up in that foreign\nI said all my bitches half foreign, you could run tell that ask Martin, hold up\nI flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch goin insta-ham\nPyrex pot that's insta-grams, drop that work that's insta-bands\nAnd I'm sittin' man, on a couple mill, swear my life's so fuckin' real\nBack to the wall like fuck the world; a nigga say fuck me, I'mma fuck his girl like WHOA!\n\n- Minus last two lines\n\nNow go ahead with that bad ass and fast cash my dash pass\nThem silicones and fat ass, got cheese out, no rat trap\nReal late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic\nJust move it 'til the bass slap the bass slap like the Mac S\nNo question we turnt up, workin' on my fourth cup\nThen throwin' all this money like the ass is for purchase\nVery important persons, don't take it too personal\nGot more bottles than homies, it's a movie, ready for the show\n\n- First half only","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Badass (feat. Wale & Kid Ink)\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Lion Hearted\n  duration_ms: 412000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house\n  Throwin' this money like it's no running out\n  Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher?\n  And drop it down the pole like it's a fire\n  Now let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass\n  I can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass\n  Let me see just what you're doing with your bad ass\n  I can't help but watch you move it with your bad ass\n\n  I'm feeling like the man of the hour, host of the evening\n  But girl, this your show, now bring it back, rerun\n  I got pockets of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant\n  Looking up in the sky I say I love watching you elevate\n  Get high as you ever been (go), we getting hella bent (go)\n  Ball so hard, I deserve me a letterman\n  Now then let me see that cake, cake, cake, like Entenmann's\n  Ass up, gon' take it down like a sedative\n  That's a negative, ain't nobody wetter than\n  Better get familiar like a motherfuckin' relative\n  Know you see the fireworks, you looking where my section is\n  All this money falling in the air like it's confetti, bitch\n\n  Uhh, Wale though, uh...\n  I'm the man of the hour, money and power\n  And the humble ain't feed me so I got that Geechi shit out me\n  And the city is ours where the killers devour\n  Where the niggas lift \"Smith-And\"s\n  And the victims lift a few flowers\n  Okay what I see dog you and me not cool\n  Bet they be loud when I leave out room\n  Knowing how you move how you got good shoes;\n  When the heat on niggas be like pyoom\n  Young nigga with some old riches\n  And the coldest women I be with weave on Necole Bitchie's\n  The broad let me I sweat it out like P90 get me doe\n  And I'm sure she's got them cakes but I'm trying to see that throat\n  35-0-0 my coat, we high chokin' on that dope\n  Turn around girl let a nigga know, Double M Young Olu ghost\n\n  Meek Milly! Ink whattup...\n  I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the evening\n  These niggas is haters they know that we eatin'\n  I got a bitch she Jamaican, fuck her slow when we speakin'\n  I get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend\n  I'm just a young nigga outchea ballin', all these bad bitches callin'\n  Rollie all flooded to New Orleans and a big Rolls Royces, can't park it\n  Got gold rims on my Ash Martin and I'm rollin' up in that foreign\n  I said all my bitches half foreign, you could run tell that ask Martin, hold up\n  I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch goin insta-ham\n  Pyrex pot that's insta-grams, drop that work that's insta-bands\n  And I'm sittin' man, on a couple mill, swear my life's so fuckin' real\n  Back to the wall like fuck the world; a nigga say fuck me, I'mma fuck his girl like WHOA!\n\n  - Minus last two lines\n\n  Now go ahead with that bad ass and fast cash my dash pass\n  Them silicones and fat ass, got cheese out, no rat trap\n  Real late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic\n  Just move it 'til the bass slap the bass slap like the Mac S\n  No question we turnt up, workin' on my fourth cup\n  Then throwin' all this money like the ass is for purchase\n  Very important persons, don't take it too personal\n  Got more bottles than homies, it's a movie, ready for the show\n\n  - First half only\n"}]