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Intro:
Everyone wanna ride around town with me
Making money ride around downtown with me
Everyone wanna ride around town with Peep

Hook 1:
I be in the backseat smoking on thraxx
Can I have some cash please? You don’t gotta ask
You don’t gotta ask me, she don’t gotta ask
Still yelling free Max B
Free Gucci
Fuck me in the backseat baby make it last
I remember last week came too fast
Lil Peep nasty scratches on the back
But I got racks and she loving on my tats
Making money back

Hook 2:
Everyone wanna ride around town with me
Making money ride around downtown with me
Everyone wanna ride around town with Peep

Hook 1:
I be in the backseat smoking on thraxx
Can I have some cash please? You don’t gotta ask
You don’t gotta ask me, she don’t gotta ask
Still yelling free Max B
Free Gucci
Fuck me in the backseat baby make it last
I remember last week came too fast
Lil Peep nasty scratches on the back
But I got racks and she loving on my tats
Making money back

[Verse 1]
Every day I wake up next to an angel
More beautiful than words could say
They said it wouldn’t work but what did they know?
Cause years passed and we’re still here today

Never in my dreams did I think that this would happen to me

[Chorus]
As I stand here before my woman
I can’t fight back the tears in my eyes
Oh how could I be so lucky
I must’ve done something right
And I promise to love her for the rest of my life

[Verse 2]
Seems like yesterday when she first said hello
Funny how time flies by when you’re in love
It took us a lifetime to find each other
It was worth the wait cause I finally found the one

Never in my dreams did I think that this would happen to me

[Chorus]
As I stand here before my woman
I can’t fight back the tears in my eyes
Oh how could I be so lucky
I must’ve done something right
And I promise to love her for the rest of my life

[Future]

[Chorus x2]
Got too many racks on me
Can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me
Can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it

[Verse one]

One for the money, yes sir
Two for the show
A couple years ago
Selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘rari
Im in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my click notorious
[?] come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this

[Chorus x2]
Got too many racks on me
Can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me
Can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul
Can’t do nothing about it

[Verse 2]

[Verse 1]
Your mother’s downtown and there’s no one at the station
Steal your daddy’s money and pick a destination
Run it wild, run it wild
Take the money and run it wild
It’s another chance for another generation
When you kicked up your heels, you picked a vocation
Run it wild, run it wild
Like we used to, run it wild

[Chorus]
When you were running wild
When you let your love run wild
When you let your love run wild
My run it wild, run it wild, run it wild, baby
Run it wild
Go out and run it wild

[Verse 2]
Run to, run to the ocean
Run to the ocean
Run away as fast as you can from here
It’s not enough
Run to, run to the ocean
Run to the ocean
Run away as fast as you can from here
While you’re still young

[Chorus]
When you were running wild
When you let your love run wild
When you let your love run wild
My run it wild, run it wild, run it wild, baby
Run it wild
I’m losing hope in my heart
That the end is better than the start
We get hung up on the past, nothing lasts
You’ll get lost, you’ll get caught
They’ll tell you everything’s your fault
But you’re only a child for a while, and you got style
Go out and run it wild

[Bridge]
Julia
Julia
Are we gonna crumble under your weight?
Lord, I hope so
Julia
Julia
Are we gonna crumble under your weight?
Lord, I hope so

[Chorus]
You would run it wild
When you let your love run wild
When you let your love run wild
My run it wild, run it wild, run it wild, baby
Run it wild
I’m losing hope in my heart
That the end is better than the start
You get hung up on the past, nothing lasts
You’ll get lost, you’ll get caught
They’ll tell you everything’s your fault
But you’re only a child for a while, and you got style
Go out and run it wild


Meek Mill violated his probation and now he is heading back to prison for up to four years.

The Philadelphia rapper turned up to court today with his attorney, Brian McMonagle, where he learned his fate. Meek Mill has been having a string of legal victories over the past couple of weeks, but today his luck ran out when a judge ruled that he violated his probation when he was recently arrested in New York City. Although he struck a deal with prosecutors to avoid jail time, Meek still found himself in deeper legal problems with his probation.

The Dreamchasers rapper was sentenced to 2-4 years in a state prison, TMZ reported. He also violated his probation for an alleged fight at St. Louis airport. In that case too, the charge was dismissed. Meek Mill has been on probation for a 2009 gun and drug charge. As part of his probation, he cannot have any runnings with law enforcement including getting arrested.

Although the charges were dismissed, the judge ruled that the arrest alone is a violation of his probation. In 2015, Meek Mill violated his probation when he traveled out of state to an award show with Nicki Minaj without permission. He got off on just three months of house arrest. This time he might not be so lucky and could serve up to four years of prison time.

Meek Mill has been working hard to rehabilitate his image in recent years through a number of charitable initiatives and at one point he even announced on social media that he will stop recording music with violent lyrics. That effort was clearly not enough to get him into good grace with the judge. Since the news broke, he has been getting some support from his celebrity peers. It’s not clear when his sentence will start.