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The Meeting Video (MV)




Performed By: Top Prez
Language: English
Length: 3:53
Written by: Robert Howard




Top Prez - The Meeting Lyrics
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No more negotiations
Everything is on the table
All you got to do is sum wit it
Wanna nose dive in da paper
All you got to do is hustle wit me
Wanna do yourself the biggest favor
Come time you murk a niggas gotta muscle niggas dont wait up
Member niggas done stole from thought hoed you makem pay up
The broke hoes wanna stop ya doe but we not close I'm a playa
I was serving for myself nigga I ain't never need a cater
Ion need no hugs no fake love I just want paper
Big head Darth Vader
Fat man large basker
Bread now bread later
Ran out of calendar paper
Think I miscounted some paper
I got a once fa the haters
Got ya grey caps no raider
Big cap you a pranker
Check the growing rate of fake gangsters
Till it get you locked in the chamber
I was taking on the danger
Never scared of no stranger
Simple for niggas to fall
Say you a beast you a dog
You should go back to the mirror
We dont see that shit at all
Cant pick up every call
Always answer for my dogs
Lemme find out it's some heat Hit the block like mister freeze
Be on the seen wit the skies
Bitch in sceen want screen
You not I'mportant to me
You prolly sorta for me
Yall niggas out cold
These niggas on blow
Trippin bout me cause I'm up
And they score to low
Lett me through the door
Mind set on getting more
Mine set from the jump
Jump back and take yours
No question Im sure
No capping its pure
Peep the drop it's clear
Take a hit wet the gears
You geeking on a pinch
I'm weakened by the stench
We aint beefing bout a broad
We can beef about a check
We cant be neck and neck
How you lookin like wreck
You know I aint finished yet
Finally time to clear the deck
No one looking out for prez
I get it ain't got to be said
I'm wit it it got to be bread
I feel it I'm bout to go fed
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No more negotiations
Everything is on the table
All you got to do is sum wit it
Wanna nose dive in da paper
All you got to do is hustle wit me
Wanna do yourself the biggest favor
Come time you murk a niggas gotta muscle niggas dont wait up
Member niggas done stole from thought hoed you makem pay up
The broke hoes wanna stop ya doe but we not close I'm a playa
I was serving for myself nigga I ain't never need a cater
Ion need no hugs no fake love I just want paper
Big head Darth Vader
Fat man large basker
Bread now bread later
Ran out of calendar paper
Think I miscounted some paper
I got a once fa the haters
Got ya grey caps no raider
Big cap you a pranker
Check the growing rate of fake gangsters
Till it get you locked in the chamber
I was taking on the danger
Never scared of no stranger
Simple for niggas to fall
Say you a beast you a dog
You should go back to the mirror
We dont see that shit at all
Cant pick up every call
Always answer for my dogs
Lemme find out it's some heat Hit the block like mister freeze
Be on the seen wit the skies
Bitch in sceen want screen
You not I'mportant to me
You prolly sorta for me
Yall niggas out cold
These niggas on blow
Trippin bout me cause I'm up
And they score to low
Lett me through the door
Mind set on getting more
Mine set from the jump
Jump back and take yours
No question Im sure
No capping its pure
Peep the drop it's clear
Take a hit wet the gears
You geeking on a pinch
I'm weakened by the stench
We aint beefing bout a broad
We can beef about a check
We cant be neck and neck
How you lookin like wreck
You know I aint finished yet
Finally time to clear the deck
No one looking out for prez
I get it ain't got to be said
I'm wit it it got to be bread
I feel it I'm bout to go fed
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Writer: Robert Howard
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