笨小笨MEECH歌词由EST Gee演唱，出自专辑《EL TORO 2》，下面是《MEECH》完整版歌词！
MEECH歌词完整版
MEECH - EST Gee
Lyrics by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Mark Nikolaev/Max Wonnenberg
Composed by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Mark Nikolaev/Max Wonnenberg
Produced by：FOREVEROLLING/JOHNGOTITT/Marko Lenz/RIZZO
Ayy who that John Gotitt
John Gotitt
Money must grow on trees for me like 03 meechie in magic
Hey money must yeah yeah yeah
Money must grow on trees for me like
03 meechie in magic
Slime don't climb we slidin'
Snake our way up the latter
Early morning I whip batter platters
Ain't aunt jemima
Get my drop quick grab the mop up
Clean the extras it matters
Police can't stop us we make blocks look
Like they natural disasters
Stick with a drum like I'm travis
**** came natural no practice
You gotta extract the gun powder
I learned bleach baths from my daddy
Burn my clothes into ashes
I understand all them taxes
Ask you shoot go get it telling
Too much his business
The streets so tricky I know
Brothers do 'em for fifty
With the members like penny
Brought trophies back to my city
Free big basie we was bendin'
Windows tinted with blickies
I got your mama and sister
Value our honor commitment
I'm first team all realest
Most y'all ain't honorable mention
Separated from friction friction
The reason I'm glistenin'
You know that pressure make shiners
Especially in treacherous environments
Hit the gas cap whinin' pipe
Screaming and hollerin'
This the life of your highness
Warrants all that I'm dodging
I like bumpin' and grindin'
In the yolie behind him
You can't be loafin' and drivin'
He must be textin' them fine ones
Stuck at the light it cost his life
Pull on side of the car
Soon as we bust rounds watch him jump
'Round like a flea in a jar
Don't be out posted I walk close up
Like I'm steven segal
Y'all ain't got motions your emotions
Say believe when she talk
I don't trust a ho barely my bro ever
Since I seen what I saw
Better to get paid while it's today
You might be leavin' tomorrow
I send the package better catch it
Even if revis was guarding
And me bein' active scarred me badly
Took a piece of my heart
But I'd much rather live with status
Than a casualty of war
I eat my beef cooked up raw tell bro
Find a fork
Carnivore five star boy
I'ma eat or get sick
My money green as the grinch
Green as this beam on my blick
Water boy reservoir filled
With drip to the tip
Pure crystal clear **** come
Quench your thirst with a sip
Rather have a real ***** than one
With booty and tits
But don't get it twisted I'm still
Knockin 'em like a ten-dollar grit
Uh uh like a ten-dollar grit
Don't get it twisted I'm still knockin
'Em like a ten-dollar grit
