Dalima — Meal Ticket lyrics

Lyrics

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
You broke ma’fuckers ain’t lookin for shit nigga
Ya' mean?
You know where I’m at, young Dalima
Let’s get em
Lookin' for a meal ticket
You don’t like me? Deal with it
I’m lookin' for a meal ticket
You don’t like me? Deal with it
Lookin-lookin' for a meal ticket
You don’t like me? Deal with it
I’m lookin' for a meal ticket
You don’t like me? Deal with it
Lookin' for a meal ticket
You don’t like me? Deal with it
I’m lookin' for a meal ticket
You don’t like me? Deal with it
Lookin-lookin' for a meal ticket
You don’t like me? Deal with it
I’m lookin' for a meal ticket
You don’t like me? Deal with it
Yo, 'Lima started off, wrecked the whole scene
Diamonds on my neck, diamond cut teeth
Fresh in the club, you know what I mean
Airharty hoodie, Airharty jeans (???)
You can look into the eyes of a real hustla, choppin up the whole metaphors
And for the city on a map, every nigga that blap, until your head’s pourin'
For the niggas on the 1st to the 3rd street, 8 block to the 10 to the 13
Like (???) niggas at a work meet, on a block with the pop for the dirt cheap
Ya’ll niggas ain’t ready for the lyrically historical mob figure
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