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11/28 Freestyle lyrics - Meek Mill

(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
Yeah, huh

It was a type of day I felt like I ain't deserve to smile
When you waking up getting news, like you heard Virgil died
Ain't had no homie like that, but I feel hurt inside
Knowing we grew up trying to kill niggas since I was a murder child
Jealous I ain't had no daddy, I just couldn't verbalize it
So I ran to the corner with all the gangsters, I'm trying certified
As my mom, ever since 13 She never heard me cry
Cause I've been strapping ever since I heard my homie
My first heard He died
Cause We didn't got so used to death that
It don't even burn inside it
Everything got internalized when everything start to eternalize
I turn my eyes, act like I don't see it and you wonder why
Knowing they were sins before they told us how to underline
I was praying to make it to 25
So I've never counted my money before my blessings
Cause ain't no telling what's going happen
My young boy don't be hearing me, when I be telling about trapping going
Do it in the county rocking trucks are really scrappy
Eating shit you can't imagine, attorney to a savage
Do you really know where the trap is locked in the box to go in the casket
Cause you ain't had no floor, no jump shot to go in the basket
So you got a Glock shoot a black man
Constantly you are blocking on your ass just like this pac man
Nobody told us cops robbers
It really happened till we got out here in this traffic

I want to thank God for all my blessings
Everyday I wake up, Everyday I pray before
Before like it came to life all my dreams that I chase
I feel like they came true so, I just wanna, you kno
Make sure I thank God first for my blessings

I'm taking the profit in bitcoin
Because I know that man on a dollar really a mess
And I'm not dumb I'm moving faster
I told my younger don't never be no hitter that's really dumb
Cause if you done these niggas to crash
When I was young I couldn't grasp it
Cause I grew up in the jungle
At the very bottom of the barrel you make It out
They tryna grab, y'all tell them lost to me and crabby
I had beef with niggas before I had to play the state
I went to jail and commissary had my favorite plate
Been eating oodles and noodles ever since like 88
The menu look like it's made to stay

Blessings
And if I'm with you then I'm with you until I fade away
Don't take the lead I made a way
I ain't heard them kids ain't get no christmas
You know say the day I took my blessings
I'm putting on for the treatments and it made your way
Blessings
You ain't got to like me, you're gonna respect it
When I was like clear that's when I check it out
I was right there with all these steppers that's why
No I gotta be special cause Lord
Knows my heart and grass about being real with myself
And paying my people back in

Blessings
Yeah

Believe lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Justin Timberlake)

[Justin Timberlake:]
You know I still believe, still believe in you and me
'Cause every night I go to sleep, go to sleep
I can see it like a movie in my dreams
Put my face in the dirt on the ground
Still, I raise up to take back the crown, yes
You can break my body
But you can't lock the soul of a man down

[Meek Mill:]
Follow your dreams, not your addictions
How we gon' follow our dreams locked in a prison?
They tried to swallow me whole, God be my witness
Deprive me out of my dreams but I'm relentless
I want the money, ain't never want attention
So I don't pay attention to comments and all the mentions
'Cause they ain't see my vision
I was washin' dishes 'til my rags turned into riches
Glad when it was Christmas
We ain't even barely get presents, but we was gifted
In the school of failure, we present, perfect attendance
Welfare baby, we workin' with what they give us
Made me some commas, judge still gave me a sentence
No period, city girls don't get scared when it's really real
When your bank account twenty mil' and your house up on a hill
And your fam in the driveway, you walk out and see the grill
Thank God you believe, make sure you pray when you kneel, yeah

[Justin Timberlake:]
You know I still believe, still believe in you and me
'Cause every night I go to sleep, go to sleep
I can see it like a movie in my dreams
Put my face in the dirt on the ground
Still, I raise up to take back the crown, yes
You can break my body
But you can't lock the soul of a man down

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, uh
My bank account, it was on super-zero
Ain't never panic, I'm a superhero, uh
Target my goals and I'ma shoot the arrow
When God turned the heat up on me, he said "You De Niro"
Play your part, got some brains like the Scarecrow
Let's play it smart, 'cause we ain't playin' checkers
This is chess, play your pawns
Sit back like a King, when they move, make your mark
And never ever let your competition take your heart (Take your heart)
Say I believe in myself
When everybody stop believin', never leave on yourself
They had my back against the wall, I had to lean on myself
Almost made me put my dreams on the shelf, I'm trippin' (I'm trippin')
The laws of attraction, you just think I'm rappin'
I'm just puttin' out the energy so I can grab it
Everything that's in my memory that I imagined
It's finally here, hundred million in a year

[Justin Timberlake:]
I still believe, still believe in you and me
'Cause every night I go to sleep, go to sleep
I can see it like a movie in my dreams
Put my face in the dirt on the ground
Still I raise up to take back the crown, yes
You can break my body
But you can't lock the soul of a man down

[Justin Timberlake (Meek Mill), {Both}:]
As I lay (As I lay) me down to sleep (Down to sleep)
Pray the Lord (Pray), my soul to keep (Soul to keep)
Fallen ones (Fallen ones), rest in peace (R.I.P)
Please God, {watch over me} (Watch over me)
As I lay (As I lay) me down to sleep (Down to sleep)
Pray the Lord (Pray), my soul to keep (Soul to keep)
Fallen ones (Fallen ones), rest in peace (R.I.P)
Please God, {watch over me}

Conga lyrics - Meek Mill, Leslie Grace & Boi-1da

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga
Know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga
Know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat
Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga
Know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

Now we feelin' wavy
Chillin' somewhere in the tropics with my ladies
'Bout to tell my Boi-1da
We gon' need some more of that conga, 'cause I...
Feel him lookin' at me
And my girls, we fly as can be
Drippin' in sensuality
Two stepping 'til eventually

He said, he said, "muévete un poquito"
I said "tráeme otro mojito"
Now me and you, we got the cheat code
And we got Bacardi, it's a party, everybody move ya body now

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga
Know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat
Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga
Know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat (Yeah)

Lamborghini Urus, scraping all on the tours
Mix Amiri with Dior and we used to be the poorest
Now it's million dollars worth of jewelry, no insurance
Flew my ... 'cross the border just to pick up some new water
I'm like, get what you want, pick what you want, this a black card
I'm in the 'Bach but in the front getting waxed off
Rollin' the pack, smoking on Runtz, 'bout to blast off
Flow so cold, need a mask on
Brand new Patek, got the brand new baguettes
I'm surprised they ain't panicking yet
Hundred K flight just to land on the jet
We flew out just to ran through the check

He said, "muévete un poquito"
I said "tráeme otro mojito"
Now me and you, we got the cheat code
And we got Bacardi, it's a party, everybody move ya body now

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga
Know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat
Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga
Know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

Everybody gather 'round now, let your body feel the heat
Don’t you worry if you can't dance, let the music move your feet
It's the rhythm of the island and like sugarcane so sweet
If you wanna do the conga, you've got to listen to the beat

I got shorty with me making plans on the jet
Couple more sips on my lips and we set, baby
Get what you want, pick what you want
Say less, do more, get your body on the dance floor
I got shorty with me making plans on the jet
Couple more sips on my lips and we set, baby
Get what you want, pick what you want
Say less, do more, get your body on the dance floor

He said, "muévete un poquito"
I said "tráeme otro mojito"
Now me and you, we got the cheat code
And we got Bacardi, it's a party, everybody move ya body now

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga
Know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat
Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga
Know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

Don't Follow The Heathens Freestyle lyrics - Meek Mill

One time for all the trench babies worldwide
Reportin' live Meek Milly, you already know
Uh, and it's up, gang

I got different emotions
Startin' to feel like Call of Duty all this shit that I'm totin'
And it been hard to trust people, 'cause they been livin' too soulless
To clear my mind, I take a dip in the ocean, clear my soul up
Niggas know I rose up from a Rolls truck
Started from a Chevy, now it's a 'Rari with the doors up
Comin' down on [?] VS diamonds make them hoes lush
Yeah, they got it? Then we got it too, but they still chose us
They had the drop but froze up, they ain't really cut
Every time somebody die, we shoot the city up
Every time I tell a lie, she gon' giddy up
That pussy good, I pulled up
I wish you would, I get you tucked
It's a lot of niggas hatin', but it's still plenty us
I treat it like motivation, I just gotta pick it up
I made a vibe and never tell or let a nigga stick me up
And every time I took an L, I double back, one-fifty up
Fifty million dollars, and he ain't a scholar
They can not fuck with me, try and fuck my baby mommas
How do we stay grindin' through this fame and crazy drama?
'Cause I'ma do whatever, just to make it to mañana
Rolls with the Hermés, they made it in designer
Birkins on the baddie, I'm just makin' her look finer
Nigga drop the addy like "We slippin', we gon' find 'em"
Catch 'em down bad with them choppers and remind them
I say "You can do this too, if you hustle like I do"
I never cared what niggas did, 'cause they ain't fuckin' with my crew
I stayed down for all them nights and hustled hard
Because I knew any moment I could go blow up
Know the prices gotta go up
California nights, and motorcades when I roll up
This the type of shit that make a hating nigga throw up
This the type of shit that make a good girl go up
Sittin' in the hills, countin' up a mill'
Dirty North nigga, now I'm rich like Uncle Phil
Fresh Prince of Philly in arenas like I'm Gill'
My dawg always ask me "Since you made it, how it feel?"
I can't even explain it, I'm just not complainin'
I done made so much money that I can not contain it
I need another accountant to watch my other accountant
The way that money comin' in, at times can't even count it
I don't even check it, I stay humble, count my blessings
Went to jail, few niggas turned they back, I learned my lesson
Been in the game like ten years, and I still ain't get restless
Last nigga asleep, and the first nigga woke
'Cause the first nigga asleep, would be the first nigga broke
When the empire crumble, I just dip and I rumble
Had my back to the ropes, but I still didn't fumble
And I had to be ready when them killers confront you
'Cause I ain't down with extortion
We run 'em down with them torches
Picture me lettin' a broke nigga run down my fortress
Nigga stuck, we spinnin' up
And run it down on they porches and smokin' everything
About this food on my plate, I'm talkin' everything
You see the mood on my face that I ain't havin' it
School of hard knocks, I'm a graduate
So I adapt to all them tracks from all them savages
And I keep that metal stuck to me like a magnet
Lead my dreams to chase your dreams and shatter it
The Cosa Nostra, super ultra
On the capo callin' shots, so they gon' super soak ya
I just came from LAX, might think I'm doin' Oprah
Ands still can hang out on the corner with the super vultures
But I choose not to, but if I got to turn back to feed my family
You know what I do, I said, you know what I do
I still go and see my grandma when I got time to
She said "I'm prayin' for you baby, don't let 'em Tupac you"
I'm not concerned about who tellin', or 'bout who shot who
All I know is they cop-
I said all I know is they drop Cullinans, and we cop too
The dealer called, they said "They here", I want mine Nipsey blue
I love the hood, but I can't do the shit that Nipsey do
'Cause when my nigga died, it felt like I seen me too
On the ground bleedin' out
So when I'm leavin' out, yeah, I be paranoid, so I gotta keep it out
I'm like Malcolm out the window with that AK peakin' out, yeah
Bloodshed, nigga's moms cry
I'm prayin' every day they hit him when it's your time
I pray they let us do our thing until it's your time
But until then, we on defense like it's ball time
Yeah

Lemon Pepper Freestyle lyrics - Meek Mill

Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
To get you under my pressure
I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
What's up? Cuz (To get you under my pressure)
Let me pop my shit

I can't cry to get no ho back, I can't get my bro back
Knowin' he died about some shit that we did way before rap
Shit, I survived and made it out and I don't wanna go back
So if you really beat them streets, my nigga, then you should know that
I ain't forgettin' where I come from, but I'ma alert that
It's kill or be killed, if they don't kill you, you gon' have to smoke that
In eighth grade, I had a .40, had to learn to work that
Had to learn to tuck that, metal detector, fuck that
We shootin' dice in the bathroom, shoot you out your shoes and lunch pass
We're the ones who would've robbed you, anywhere, you chump ass
She fell in love with a gangsta, say I make her cum fast
I fuck her from the back slow and hit her from the front fast
And now I'm rich, these niggas sick, I'm makin' everyone mad
When I was broke, I'm like, "Where was everyone at?" I'm fuckin' up
When I was out there on that corner, tryna sell a O
Timberlands freezin' in that fuckin' snow, I'm 1-O
Real trapper, grindin' all night, I ain't goin' to sleep
Seen niggas get it, lose it all, just in quarantine
POA checks runnin' low, niggas doin' things
Buy a tracker for your Trackhawk and they tryna put 'em on things
'Member I was trappin', I was strapped and had like four fiends
Niggas wanted Chevy, I was young, but I had Porsche dreams
Try to tell my youngins, "Stack this dough, don't buy no more jeans"
And never post his gun when he be postin', but he on lean
And fuck, I'ma really tell him when I was stuck in since like fourteen
He said he into drillin' shit and he ain't got no more dreams
I set him on this million shit, made twenty of 'em, quarantine
And I'ma run this shit back for the whole team, for real
And as the marathon continue, we put niggas on the menu that ain't into what we into
Red beam all on his face, I'm tryna see if niggas Hindu when we aimin' at your headtop
I'm doin' good, I got Reform, I know I'm drawn, but I could still get your man rocked
I can't beef with niggas, I'm too busy in this lamb chop
And I only move with niggas that I with grew up with from sandbox
And niggas know I'm big dog, no Sandlot, for real

Ha (Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
2021, nigga (To get you under)
Survival of the fittest
I meant for survival of the littest, nigga (My pressure), you already know how we comin' (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
The biggest stepper, ha
Meek Milly in this bitch (To get you under my pressure)
I want everything on the plate, fuck you

Letter To Nipsey lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Roddy Ricch)

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah

I just left your viewing at the Staples Center (I did)
Obama wrote you a letter, yeah, you made it nigga (You made it)
I even heard you had some players to come to Vegas with us
And them suckers could never kill you, it only made you bigger (Yeah)
And every time I see some fire I see blue
And every time I close my eyes, see Snupe and I see you
When I be on the West side (West side), you know how we do (How we do)
Hustle and motivate, turning one into a two (Two, two), two into four
Hurt my heart, I seen you on the floor, do it for the hood
And I don't even wanna do it no more
When these niggas you do it for, they'll shoot you and all
The only thing I can say is you with the Lord, blessings (Blessings)
And I ain't finna say it like I'm your main homie (I won't)
But when we lost you it really put some pain on me (It did)
Got me scared to go outside without that flame on me (Brrt)
And when them niggas went against me, you ain't change on me (You ain't change on me)
Told me it was wrong or righ, t some of my longest nights (You do)
You made me cry nigga (Cry nigga), and I don't cry nigga (Cry nigga)
You the first one made me feel like I could die nigga (Like I could die)
Cause real niggas never die, you know the vibes nigga (You know the vibes nigga, yeah)
Couple days ago was chilling with my youngins
Seeing your kids on the 'Gram, it made me sicker to my stomach (It made me sick)
And as the marathon continue, we keep running (We won't stop)
But I like "Damn, I wish you seen that pussy coming, for real" (For real)

[Roddy Ricch:]
I wish I knew when the storm came (Storm came)
How many tears did you cry when you lost someone?
We did this shit all for the gutter, woah, woah, woah, woah
Did this shit for my lil' brother, woah (Brother), woah, woah, woah
Had to stand through these tears 'cause I see you every time my eyes close
Asking myself why you had to go, but only God knows (Only God knows, woah)

I was in Miami when I lost you, I ain't talk about it (Yeah)
I remember I bawled out in tears when I saw your body (Mm)
In a flight back home, had cold days in LA (Hm)
Had to turn off my phone, throw on the shades and meditate
What you 'bout wishin' goin' blind, to hide your tears?
Had a lot of murder on my mind, but in God I fear
Took y'all all around the globe in a year (Woah)
'Member ridin' solo, now it's Escalades on my rear (Woah)
I just hustle, motivate, be prolific, hold down the state
My big brother Hussle the great
I know Kyrie, Supreme relate, I know Jay Rock, Hoggie relate
Black Sam, Adam relate, Key to Jay, Stone relate
Laurent pack, man, it's love, I wanna see you, but-

I wish I knew when the storm came (Storm came)
How many tears did you cry when you lost someone?
We did this shit all for the gutter, woah, woah, woah, woah
Did this shit for my lil' brother, woah (Brother), woah, woah, woah
Had to stand through these tears 'cause I see you every time my eyes close
Asking myself why you had to go, but only God knows (Only God knows, woah)

Mandela Freestyle lyrics - Meek Mill

He got an opportunity to legitimize his hustle now
You know what I mean? He come from the street
I mean, so he gotta make wise decisions, know what I mean?
He ain't "Meek Mill, the street nigga" no more (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
Know what I mean? He done legitimized his hustle
So those decisions that he make in the day time, they gotta be wise decisions, know what I mean?
Can't allow this motion to kick things back
I mean, or he gon' crash

It been eleven years, I held it in and I ain't shed a tear
I had a story I ain't never share
Thought it was normal 'cause they left us here
This for the voices they will never hear
Walkin' out the courtroom, cameras everywhere, yeah
And they say, "Better join 'em, you can't beat 'em"
Don't believe 'em 'cause I went against the odds to make it even
It's deceivin', they say, "You gettin' probation, you think you leavin'?"
But they get technical, they give you violations, for even breathin'
Niggas pleadin', they got no money for lawyers, to even feed 'em
Nobody left to raise our sons and our daughters, so they repeat us
Reapin', innocent for twenty-eight years, 'cause mamas' grievin'
Only goals' to make it back home while she's still breathin'
Can you believe it, in the land of the free I'm fightin' for freedom?
They ain't even have no evidence on 'em, they tryna keep 'em
Black babies' still caught in the system, they try and Meek 'em
My new condo overlook Central Park and it's still reekin'
Said we guilty 'til we innocent ('Til we innocent)
And they gon' try and kill us with these sentences (Sentences)
It wasn't for the fame, they wouldn't mention it (They wouldn't mention it)
That's why I take my platform and distribute it for the ones that gotta live in it, it get interestin' (Get interestin')
When all the cops ain't got no discipline, we live in it (We live in it)
The ones [?] 'cause there be times the judge ain't listenin' (Ain't listenin')
And you can't label me a rapper 'cause I'm different, kid
And the only difference is, I'm really makin' differences (Differences)
I done took my pen and pad and made some businesses
This ain't no cap, I used to trap and now my business lit
Now I can't tell you, "Mind yo' business" 'cause my business is
Really on yo' mind, right where your fitted is, I'm fit for this
I gotta inspire them
Motivate the people where I come from, my requirement
Say it loud, "I won't be a product of my environment"
Say it again, "I won't be a product of my environment", we playin' to win (Playin' to win)
Took them bars they locked me in and made it a rap
I took them cells that they gave us and I made it a plaque
Before the sales on my album, I was scrapin' a [?]
I turned them jails into mansions with a lake in the back
Now, there ain't no takin' me back, I just left in a chopper
And brought some billionaires together so they never could stop us
Had a dream, they say I'm king like Martin Luther, the doctor
We freein' niggas, it's like two for a dollar
A hundred-million on reform, nigga (Reform, nigga)
They never seen it, what you doin', nigga? (What you doin', nigga?)
Puttin' work and puttin' on, nigga (Puttin' on, nigga)
You know whoever doubt on [?], nigga ([?], nigga)
I knew I was the one, the first, yeah, I was born, nigga, hangin' out the door, nigga
Rolls Royce drop-top, every time the cops stop
My career was at a lost stop, but I will not stop
The system broken, we can fix it, take it to the chop shop
Pick it apart and build it back, make it equal for the Browns and Blacks
Word up (Word up)

The Nelson Mandela Changemaker award recognizes individuals who are carrying on Mr. Mandela's legacy
Across one of the following key pillars:
Social equity through activism
Community and nation building
Protection and education of children and youth
So today, today we honor Robert "Meek Mill" Williams
For carrying on President Mandela's legacy

Moment 4 Life (Freestyle) lyrics - Meek Mill

If I could take the time back, I would rewind back
The day my cousin asked my gran where his mom at
I want my aunt back and my dad too
They killed Shawty and Diddy that was sad too
I cut a couple homies off, shit I had to
Changed on me for the money, look what cash do
Thinking I'm rich, counting my money
Worrying bout mine, they should be counting it for me
I'm just adding up this paper subtracting my homies
Shawty be screaming how she love me, while bouncing it on me
She really don't like me, she just attracted to money
She chasing the benjys, so that don't offend me
Im just loading up my Glock, hoping that it defend me
When them haters try to kill me I'm clapping the semi
She giving me head, I'm grabbing her Remy
I just wanna B, like the back of the Bentley
Niggas say I'm Hollywood when I'm Hollyhood
Put my life on the line for them, shit I probably would
Switch that to probably woulda, They wit me probably coulda
Put'em on probably shoulda, but ain't nobody realer
Niggas is so fake, I did my ID check
Kept It A Hunnit Wit Me ?, ain't met nobody yet
I treat them like the beat, cuz ima body that
Moving throughout these streets, that's where you find me at
I ain't gonna lie ----- saved my life
But you ain't gon be running round, like you made my life
I ain't met a bitch yet, I would've made my wife
And I ain't met a nigga yet I would've made my right
Hand, damn, never take the stand
Never tell them boys information on your fam
Never tell them niggas information where you stayin
Cuz they change like the weather, when you wake they're where you land
With that hammer in your face, askin for the cake
Ever seen one of your dogs transform into a snake
Ever seen one of them snakes transform into a rat
I be running through the jungle I could tell you bout that
I could tell you bout the drought, when the work got snapped
Whole hood started robbing, everybody got strapped
Whole team just was broke, everybody got back
I was selling Sour Diesel, everybody got crack
It's obvious I'm hot, it's obvious you cold
Presidential on my wrist, and it's obvious its gold
Whole hood got your statements it's obvious you told
Like a Lil Wayne album it's obvious you sold
I'm on some shit, running neck and neck with Vick
Trying to bring my city back, take us to where we never been
I'm just in the studio working like a Mexican
And they tell me I'm a rookie doing it like a veteran
Yea, big dreams small city
Trying to come up on me, but would you fall with me?
Would you clutch that hammer and bust it off with me?
Hundred miles an hour running from the law with me?
I ain't think so, I just blink slow
Million ways to get this money but we think snow
Every time I see a chick I just think ho
And every time I meet a nigga I just think Po'
Alpo ass niggas!
Moment for life, for life
I'mma keep it real for life
And I'mma keep getting money, fuckin' bitches for life, for life, for life
Yeah, yeah!

Otherside Of America lyrics - Meek Mill

[Donald Trump:]
What do you have to lose?
You're living in poverty
Your schools are no good
You have no jobs
58% of your youth is unemployed
What the hell do you have to lose?

[Meek Mill:]
Reportin' live from the other side of America

Mama let me sip the forty, I was just a shorty (Damn)
Then I started spittin' godly, then they said record me
I feel like this shit was for me, this shit just my story (Facts)
Yeah, uh
Jumped off the porch, uh, I got a Porsche, won't take it back
I'm on the block with the killers and holdin' my own, of course (Yeah, check, check)
I seen my mom and dad separate, ain't talkin' divorce (Talkin' divorce)
Said daddy was livin' by the fire, and he died by the torch (Check, check)
I'm where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids
Ain't have a daddy, I listened to suckers the same way that Ray Ray did
I'm totin' Smith &'s and HKs and I just was a grade A kid
Ain't have no guidance, we grew up with hitters and did everything they said
Point out the block, we spinnin' that (Spinnin')
Run in the spot, we gettin' that (Get it)
Give us some work, we flippin' that (Flippin')
I'm hittin' from jail, they ain't hiittin' back
I need a lawyer, money for commissary, and nobody ain't sendin' that
I'm in my cell like, "When I get out, I'm makin' a movie, no Cinemax" (Woo)
Yeah, back home and I'm fresh on bail
Phone chirpin', it was next to Tell
Block popppin', it was extra sales
Big dogs, they ain't showin' remorse
I was beggin' just to catch a sale
Same block, we was goin' to war
I was prayin' I ain't catch a shell (Check)

Uh, we was starvin' for a thousand nights
Livin' like we tryna die tonight
Glock .40 sound like dynamite
I was fuckin' up my cop money
Sellin' soap like it's China white
OG's said, "You fuckin' the block up"
I was mad, I was tryna fight
Nigga, we hungry
Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
Stomach growlin' like a AMG, goin' to bed, we hungry
Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
Reportin' live from the other side of America

Reportin' live from the other side (Yeah)
Same corner where my brothers died (Yeah)
Livin' life, we ain't got a care
Told my mama I ain't dyin' here (No)
.40 on me, I ain't buyin' beer (No)
Ain't have a will, now I'm flyin' Lear
Bunch of felons on the jet with me
Make a movie like it's Con Air
Started off in the basement
Now it's rooftops and LeBron there
Still fightin' open cases
Out on bail, nigga, but it's my year
Summertime, it get cold out
Heater on me like a Moncler
Closet bigger than my old house
Thinkin' 'bout it, I was fine there
Came out the dirt (Dirt)
Dedicated, I was makin' it work
Medicated, I was takin' them Percs
Devastated when my niggas got murked
Educated, had to get to it first
I knew trappin', it would get me in jail
Playin' with pistols, it would get me hearse
But I ain't give a fuck, send me to church (Woo)
Yeah, they gotta catch me in traffic (Traffic)
I ain't with none of this rap shit (Rap shit)
I've been tryna run from these caskets
All this pain built in me, nigga
You don't want none of this action
Go get some money and feed your fam
'Cause this is a fuckin' disaster, yeah

Uh, we was starvin' for a thousand nights
Livin' like we tryna die tonight
Glock .40 sound like dynamite
I was fuckin' up my cop money
Sellin' soap like it's China white
OG's said, "You fuckin' the block up"
I was mad, I was tryna fight
Nigga, we hungry
Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
Stomach growlin' like a AMG, goin' to bed, we hungry
Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
Reportin' live from the other side of America

[Meek Mill (Michael Smercornish):]
I always dreamed too, of being like, on like CNN and being able to like express myself
And, and, and speak for like the voiceless young men of America (Do it)
The first step, I would say, I grew up in American in a ruthless neighborhood where we were not protected by police, uh
We grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up around murder, you see murder
You see seven people die a week, I think you would probably carry a gun yourself
Would you?
(Uh, yeah, I probably would)

That Go! lyrics - Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Meek Mill (feat. T-Shyne)

(Ayy, Yung, but he got that talent)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, this twenty a pill
Ran up a check, get this Patek baguette, he made twenty more mill'
Drop on the opp and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills
My youngin go Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
Yeah, shitted on a nigga, did it on purpose
I tell my other bitch, "Go with my other bitch"
Just to get my other bitch a new Birkin
Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect
Fuck in the back of the 'Bach with the curtains
Fuck from the back and this bitch started squirtin'
No, you didn't get this shit on my Persian, ooh
Go get this bitch some new purses, cool
I swipe my card, I don't feel it
She had a lame, she healin'
Now she on a plane, she chillin'
And she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it?
I know that nigga wanna kill her 'cause she in a villa, going H.A.M. with tequila
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, whoa

[T-Shyne & Meek Mill:]
Whoa, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans)
It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in (Yeah, more in)
Whoa, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Stolen, skrrt)

[T-Shyne:]
Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week
Chasin' her dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek (To Meek)
Nigga, I'm a wolf, can't hang with the sheep (Can't hang with the sheep)
Water on my neck, bought my chain at the beach (Let's go)
Pull up to your block with a motherfuckin' thotty (Let's go)
Every nigga with me down to go and catch a body (Okay)
Young nigga trapping out a hotel lobby (Okay)
Wipe a nigga nose like that motherfucker snotty
I'm in the trap with a thick bitch
Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it (Yeah)
Most you niggas fried like a fish stick
If he a snitch, can't kick it
I'm with the gang and we deep
Just like a dog, put a nigga to sleep
Bad lil' bitch trying to see me on the sneak
No TLC, but a nigga got to creep (Woo)
Shoot it like JJ (JJ)
Spin a nigga block like a Beyblade
If I hit the block, that's a payday
Hurricane AP, A Bay Bay (A Bay Bay)
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (Slime)
Can't leave the crib with no cutter
Feel like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter

[T-Shyne & Meek Mill:]
Whoa, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans)
It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in (Yeah, more in)
Whoa, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Stolen, skrrt)

[Young Thug:]
Abracadabra, my bitch way badder, my wrist out the motherfuckin' batter (Slatt)
Fish parquet I snuck on the face, green diamonds, I fucked up my bladder (Yeah)
Motherfuck a trend, I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (On God)
Everything else you speakin' about might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt)
Yeah, yeah, fishscale (Yeah), no scale, weigh it up (Weigh it up)
I spent twenty mil' (What?) on a crib, pay it up (Pay it up)
In Dubai but the bitch from Israel
Call my phone, you fine as hell
In designer but I will kill
You done speaked to informants, I can tell
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
My bitch wrist clean
I flex, don't bend, I am the king (The king)
Hundred bands can clean up the scene (On God)
Had your wife and you thought it was a dream
Nigga kicked through that door with the bling
I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)

[T-Shyne & Meek Mill:]
Whoa, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
Whoa, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day, we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt)

[T-Shyne:]
Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business (Big business)
Pull up to the club with a pole on me, niggas thinkin' I'd been fishin' (Been fishin')
Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass bitches like, "Ho, I'm big pimpin'" (Big pimpin')

Uptown II lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Farruko)

(from "Bad Boys For Life" soundtrack)

Yeah, they heard I bought a Spanish bitch a bussdown
Now all the Spanish bitches from Uptown hit me up now, yeah

Make that Lamborghini pussy pop (Pussy poppin')
When I'm in that pussy, Milly Rock (Skrrrt, skrrrt)
Seven days a week with Gucci socks (Gucci socks, ay)
Riders in the room, usually not, ooh
I just fucked a bad bitch with a lace front
I been fuckin' Miami up since day one
Times ten, every milli' when I make one
Say it's beef and we address it when that day come

Everything about me A1
Buss' down with my day ones
She look like a J. Lo (J. Lo)
Hit it like I'm A-Rod (Whoa)
Ballin' on these niggas, I'm like diamond in the play off (Ballin')
Lock me up for wheelying, so diming I'ma lay off

Yeah, she a startender, I'm a dark nigga (Okay, okay)
Seen her goin' up on the 'Gram, she wore a dog filter (Yeah)
I can't love to this lil' bitch because my dawg killed her (I can't love her)
When we finish with that bitch, you know we all killed her
This that, this that, 'Blow it back' (Blow that shit)
This that 'Pop that pussy, throw that ass' (Throw that shit)
I can't judge you shawty, I don't know your past (I don't know)
Only thing I know, I want that pussy bad on the gang

Hoy la noche está buena
Vamo' a darle candela
(You know, you know, you already know the vibe)
(Checkea cómo mueve el culo la morena)

Hoy la noche está buena
Vamo' a darle candela
(You know, you know, you already know the vibe)
Checkea cómo mueve el culo la morena

Make that LaFerrari do a trick (Do a trick, skrrrt)
Tag her, then I freeze her, now she it (Now she it)
Nah, nigga, it ain't called tricking when you rich (This ain't that)
When buying a bag is like you giving her 50 cents
Real baller, DM and I will call her
Lotta tickets, I should be will-caller
Lotta bitches, break her heart, I feel for her
Trill nigga, still might pay her bills for a while

Hoy la noche está buena
Vamo' a darle candela
(You know, you know, you already know the vibe)
(Checkea cómo mueve el culo la morena)

Hoy la noche está buena
Vamo' a darle candela
(You know, you know, you already know the vibe)
Checkea cómo mueve el culo la morena

Hoy salen los tiger paisa y picante
Mucha movie, mucha baby maleante
La cubana forrá' completa en diamante'
Y hoy la calle e' de nosotro', que aguanten

Tenemo' la movie prendí'a en play
Y en Miami andamo' flow Scarface
Y al que flexe de tu combo lo estrellamo' en el highway
Le prendemo' la fuleta y vuelan canto' y k

Hoy la' baby' andan buscando cuete, cuete
Y yo que ando botando billete'-llete'
'Toy activo y ando en el cohete
No se asusten cuando le dé al botón y le apriete

Hoy la noche está buena
Vamo' a darle candela
(You know, you know, you already know the vibes)
(Checkea cómo mueve el culo la morena)

Hoy la noche está buena
Vamo' a darle candela
(You know, you know, you already know the vibes)
Checkea cómo mueve el culo la morena

War Stories lyrics - Meek Mill

I remember when I was much younger than now
I used to sit and listen to the news
I was the only child
Another day and another man
Wishin' daddy would come home
Me and mom sittin' deep at night
Uh

It was all good last week (All good)
We linked up and made a move and now, we don't even speak (No)
It was only 'bout a twenty piece, it wasn't even deep (It don't)
It was more about respect, felt like you was comin' at my neck
So I called it
Like a man said, it ain't really 'bout a check
But when we drop, lose seven grams on every onion comin' back
And I can't fuck with that (I can't)
We gotta swap it out (We gotta swap it out)
He said some fly shit back, I told him watch his mouth (Yo, watch your mouth)
He said some shit again, I hung up, then got watch his house
Caught his homie in the mall that week and knocked him out
Think it's sweet, we gettin' money, but now we poppin' out
Ain't throwin' flags, we droppin' tabs, send niggas rockin' out (Fuck 'em)
I ain't givin' shit back, God come and get that (Come get it)
Nigga hung the phone up on me, tell the dawgs, "Sick that" (Spin 'em on it)
Bunch of hitters on the corner, they're like, "Where his pic at?" (Where his page?)
Scrollin' up and down his page, they're like, "Where his bitch at?" (Where his bitch?)
Where she live at? They want war, we gon' lay (We gon' lay)
Let the money too go by, they gon' pay (They gon' pay)
Memorial weekend, we gon' drive to MIA (We gon' drive)
And when we see 'em, homicide, right away
It ain't no church in the ghetto, tryna dance with the devil
Uzi on me, nigga, I do the shuffle
Heard they lurkin' at my main bitch crib, it's to a whole 'nother level
They want my soul, they better hope I don't catch 'em
Rockin' Dickies on a whole 'nother schedule (I am)
Dawg with fifty, what I'm totin' is special
Might as well tell your niggas, "Go get a shovel"
'Cause you a dead man walkin' from the shit you talkin'
Caught him at a late night and he panic, hit him while he parking
Funeral, certain niggas cryin' like they was ridin' (Ridin')
My niggas swervin', doin' murders and niggas dyin' (Dyin')
I send my youngin' to do the drill while he was high (Brrt)
Made him swerve, hit your whip, DUI
Nigga, I'd rather see you dead before I fuckin' see you cry
You put money all on my head, I ain't scared, we ain't hide
Nigga, you know we hit your man, when we seen you, you ain't slide
Yeah, you slid and hit my dawg, but when you hit him, he ain't die
That shit crazy, when you beefin' with your man and them
I used to love you, but now it's crazy, I wanna see you as stiff as a mannequin
Hangin' out the van again, we offense over defense
And we plan when they play with them
My dawg got killed with his Rollie on
Forty on his hand, tryna blow it off
When I was at the funeral, it really gave me trauma when I seen his momma goin' on
I said, "Fuck it, we gon' go to war"
FNs, XDs, AKs, SKs
Shiny when it hit, look like a Audemar
And I ain't hear when they was talkin', I was on a call
But the moral of the story is
They don't be doin' that shit to us that they be doin' to y'all
Bulletproof on all the cars
Security and Bentley trucks, we movin' like it's auto-war
It's lookin' beautiful, another opp, another funeral
Them hitters get to stainin' all on you, it ain't no viewin' you
Welcome to the dark side, gun powder in your cuticles
Them boys get to grabbin' you, shh, spin 'em like a hula hoop

"Championships" (2018)



Intro lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross)

Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
Philly, Champions of the United States (Oh lord)
(And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life)
Yeah, turn me up Cruz (Oh Lord)

Uh
Bombin' on any of them niggas that want the smoke (Woo!)
Nigga, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost (It ain't)
Had to take the wave from them niggas and then they toast (Fuck 'em)
They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke (Amen, amen)
Lord, forgive me (Lord, forgive me) for all my sins (All my sins)
Took so many risks just to get a Benz (Get a Benz)
Pray for my niggas (All my niggas), all my friends (Yeah)
In the trenches, warring with killas, we been getting it in

32 shots in my new Glock (Yes!)
Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yes!)
Bad bitch, fuck me in my Gucci tube socks (Yes!)
'Member when I spit my re-up on a oowop, whoa!
Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper
Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of killers and humble trappers
I can't go to Hollywood, too caught in this jungle action
Where niggas that'll smoke you go and murder your brother after, whoa
Big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog (Big dog)
Tricks say they need that dope, they having withdraws (Yeah)
I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off
I'm so rich that I can't even fuck a bitch raw, whoa
Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)
Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million? (Ah!)
All this fucking money, I ain't got no time for chilling
We took risks to live like this through all that killing and drug dealing
You my nigga, I fuck with you, we gon' thug it out
Say it's beef, we going to war, nigga, let's slug it out
Big Backwood, we at your door, blooder in your fucking house
I heard your daddy was a rat, so you a fucking mouse, nigga

Pouring champagne 'cause all my niggas dead (Niggas dead)
If they ain't in the graveyard, then they in the feds (Facts!)
I give a fuck if that crown heavy, put it on my head (Put it up!)
Take it to the jeweler, bust it down before I wear it (Yeah)
Woo! 'Cause I'm a king, just like Martin Luther (Martin Luther)
I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch, nigga, I salute ya (Salute)
I be flying giant chopper like that shit was Uber
We finally made it out them trenches nigga, Hallelujah, whoa!

Balling like a hot boy (Yea, yeah)
Diamonds dancing on me more than JB Blocboy (Dance, dance)
I'm a boss, I'm the one that call the shots, boy (Shots)
You a thottie, I won't cuff you like a cop, whore (Like a cop)
No way! Ooh, I just cashed out
How the fuck you turn a rental to a glass house?
How the fuck you get a two to four bail out?
Got your favorite Instagram bitch with her ass out, hey

Make her touch her toes, make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)
Running back a milly every couple shows (Runnin' up)
Trappin' at the Waldorf, we just fuckin' hoes (Ah!)
And they lovin' that Chanel, they gon' sell they souls (Yeah)
Brought up through the gutter, I ain't never bold (Brought up)
You would think this Wheel Of Fortune, how we selling O's (Yeah)
Plug just called, he got another load
He know I'ma get 'em sold

Bring her out that Birkin
Young niggas still fucking all the baddest bitches on earth
When I'm off in them trenches, I'm a Hotboy, like Turk
30 shot it's itching, and that Glock, boy, that's work
You can get popped, pussy, no twerk, ho!
Nigga, we tryna make that money machine break ('Chine break)
Shooting 'em out that van like it's Team 8 (Team 8)
Nigga, we used to trap it by the green gate (Gate)
80's baby, that cooked crack up in my DNA, ho!

Oh, scary hours
Walk inside of LIV, they gon' have to fetti shower
You knew what it was when you had to let me out it
Living like the plug, nigga, I ain't selling powder, no way
Big bags, talking Santa Claus
Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off
Flying private to Dubai, we off them Xanny bars
Oh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please


Trauma lyrics - Meek Mill

(Used to be a dreamer)
(But you know I've found...)

Uh, my mama used to pray that she'd see me in Yale
It's fucked up she gotta see me in jail
On the visit with Lil' Papi, it hurt
Even though I seen her be well
They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn

And even worse, my dad black, don't wanna see me do well
It's either that or black people for sale
Gave me 2 to 4 years like, "Fuck your life"
Meet me in hell and let it burn like Lucifer
You look even stupider tryin' to impress them people in power with power abusin' us
For 44 dollars a hour, you coward, they're using you
Was it self-hate that made you send me upstate?
This where the so-called "Real niggas" sweeping up for cupcakes
And that's your phone time
If you ain't got no money, you ain't online
Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them all prime
Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of them
Your daughter fuckin' now, it's gon be a cold summer
Your son trappin' and your homie givin' O's to him
And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin' holes through him
And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him
And them people ain't finna give no parole to you
They want blood

We all hangin' with a noose on our neck
My celly mom just died, he wanna use my collect
And he won't make it to the wake unless he give 'em a check
We still niggas though, what you expect?

I just want
I was on the corner with the wreath
Man, they got us warrin' for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Huh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mamma
And the drugs got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the walls

Ain't no PTSD's, them drugs keep it at ease
They shot that boy twenty times when they coulda told him just freeze
Coulda put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed
"The ambulance, it comin' baby, just breathe"
That's what the old lady said when she screamed
It's Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th
And in the 13th Amendment, it don't say that we kings
It say we legally slaves if we go to the pen

They told Kaep "Stand up, you wanna play for a team"
And all his teammates ain't saying a thing (Stay woke)
If you don't stand for nothin', you gon' fall for somethin'
And in the 60's, if you kneeled, you'd probably be killed
But they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, liquid money gets spilled (Check it)
And they don't kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, liquid money gets spilled

I just want
I was on the corner with the wreath
Man, they got us warrin' for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Huh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mamma
And the drugs got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the walls

How many times you send me to jail to know that I won't fail?
Invisible shackles on the king, 'cause shit, I'm on bail
I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I'm on sale
Them cold nights startin' to feel like hell, uhh
Watching a black woman take my freedom
Almost made me hate my people
When they label you felon, it's like they tellin' you they not equal
11 years goin' to court knowin' they might keep you will drive you crazy
23 hours in a cell, somebody save me
I'm on a jail car, tryna explain it to my baby
I gotta do the calendar twice, and that's a maybe
Trauma

I just want
I was on the corner with the wreath
Man, they got us warrin' for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Huh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mamma
And the drugs got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the walls

Uptown Vibes lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Fabolous, Anuel AA)

[Meek Mill:]
Papamitrou Boi
Spanish bitch, from uptown
I pull up, bust down
Yeah, oh

Ven aquí, diamonds choke, I choke my Spanish loca
In the kitchen, whippin' that dope up, you can smell her odor
Prob gon' pitch it, we gon' hit it like we Sammy Sosa (Gimme that)
Put that Bentley to the limit, you can smell her odor
Ho, Spanish bitches call me "Chulo"
When I'm pullin' up in that two door
Diamonds different color, uno
All these hunnids on me, mami
Man, my pockets look like sumo
I got money out the ass, I finger pop you in your culo
When I hit you with that, you know (You know)
You know, smoke a little hookah (Hookah)
Kick it like it's Judo (Judo)
Let you hit the OG (OG)
Sip some 42 though (Yeah)
And when we get in mood, I'ma dog it like I'm Cujo, woah

Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy
Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentleys 'bout, woah
Pipe down, throwin' up shots
First we shut them down, then we open up shop
Realest nigga around just in case y'all forgot
They've been tryna stop the wave, but the wave don't stop

[Fabolous:]
Uptown, nigga
I was down, but they see I'm up now, nigga
Head high 'cause I'm holdin' up my crown, nigga
Never told even through the ups and downs, nigga
And if I D'usse, it's a cup of brown, nigga
Only way I double cross is
I just keep spinning, only to make 'em nauseous
Dimelo, mami, like salsa, we could dip
I'm just tryna see you dance, salsa on the dick, woah
It went down, she came up, you know
Y'all take shots, y'all aim up, you know
Hate on low, but we fly high, you know
Talk is cheap, free WiFi, woah

[Meek Mill (Anuel AA):]
Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy
Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentleys 'bout, woah
Pipe down, throwin' up shots (Brrr)
First we shut them down, then we open up shop (Anuel, ah)
Realest nigga around just in case y'all forgot (Mera, dime Spiff, los intocables, cabrón)
They've been tryna stop the wave but the wave don't stop (Ah, brrr, haha)

[Anuel AA:]
Vo' a estar al volante (Volante) de la vuelta 'el cantante (Brrr)
Que tiene guerra con los narcotraficantes (Ahh)
Hijo 'e puta, tengo cuatro rutas (Movie)
Y lo' vendo a treinta y dos como Karl Malone en Utah (Utah)
Louis Vuitton, Dolce y Versace (Haha)
Vo' a morirme millonario, Los Illuminati (Los Illuminati)
La glope' y las puta' en el bote (Brrr)
Y las nalga' como Jennifer Lopez, brrr (Ah)
Y ella rebota ese culote
Y yo le mamo ese totito pa' que no me bote (Pa' que no me bote)
Yo tengo diez dracotes (Brrr)
Y tenemos trece R (Ah) y mil soldados pa' to' estos bichotes (Haha)
Brrr

[Meek Mill:]
Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
Saw my watch, she love the way I floor it out, ayy
Talk to me nice, show you what this Bentleys 'bout, woah
Pipe down, throwin' up shots
First we shut them down, then we open up shop
Realest nigga around just in case y'all forgot
They've been tryna stop the wave but the wave don't stop

On Me lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Cardi B)

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, reportin' live from the northside of litty city
You fuck my bitch, I'ma keep it player
I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals
We gon' strike your whole motherfucking platoon, nigga
Gang
Bangladesh
Ugh

Three bad bitches, fuckin' on me
Top floor at my penthouse, yeah
Young rich nigga, I'm on my roll
Fuckin' them hoes in my flip-flops, yeah
Fuck her, that troll and this hip-hop, woah
Nigga play me, gon' get shot (Brr)
Quarter mil' 'caine, my wrist white, woah
Bust down, Patek don't tick-tock, no
We got them birds in a drought
I caught a plaque and they hittin' it raw
This life I'm living be trippin' me out 'cause I just light a flamers, be spittin' in my mouth (Ew)
I'ma buy a bird for a project bitch
Rolls truck coming, I'ma cop that shit
Ass all fat, tell her pop that shit like (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Every red bottom, know I got that shit
Post it on the Gram, but you not that lit
Your favorite rapper is not that rich (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Fly Dubai on Emirates
Only fly a mob that's with the shits
All bad hoes need discipline (Booty, booty, booty, booty)

I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah

[Cardi B:]
(Cardi) I bought my money ring, your's out (Woo)
Red Lamborghini with the doors out (Ugh)
I hit them the mall, clear stores out (Ugh)
Hit it to your face, get pores out, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I been hard workin' and humble
Believe me, I've heard of the mumble (Look)
I'm just gon' leave it alone (Yeah)
'Cause I would put burners to bundles
Bitches are miserable, they are so typical
Hating is cheap, not my material
Look where I'm at, run back to years ago
I used to strip, now I keep a different pole (Cardi)
I do not fuck with your kind, no
I do not fuck with your vibe, no
I am a big, boss bitch, I do not come in your size, no
(Booty, booty, booty)
I seen a bitch tryna switch sides (Switch)
Then jump back, tryna dick ride (No)
But I ain't really worried about these hoes (Huh?)
Cause bitches are hurt, D. Rose (Yeah)
Gucci bags, 40 count stickin' out (Ugh)
If they want the smoke, then I give it out (Ugh)
I might leave my robe at your nigga house
Give you two something to figure out
I seen all these shots and they brick, brick, brick
Try something new ho, quick, quick quick
Body bag, body bag, zip, zip, zip (Booty, booty, booty, booty)

[Meek Mill:]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah

[Distorted, Meek Mill and Cardi B:]
I want a freak nasty ho
Freak, freak nasty ho
I'm in a red 'Sace robe (Robe, robe)
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I do not come in your size
Brand new Rolls, all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho
I seen a bitch go an' switch sides

[Meek Mill:]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)

What's Free lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Rick Ross & Jay-Z)

[Meek Mill:]
You know what free is nigga?

What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see
Told my niggas "I need you"
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free

[Rick Ross:]
Since a lad, I was cunning
Just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin' my money, I need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin' stray shots
Been a Top Dawg, that's before the K.Dots
Crackin' in '06, immaculate showmanship
Talk it like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip
Holdin' on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brick
With them people you never been on a list
Mona Lisa to me ain't nothin' but a bitch
Hanging pictures like niggas swinging from his dick
We so different you thought these didn't exist
The Megalodon never seen on his wrist
I'm from the South where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan been on his shit
Walkin' the pavement, I pray I'm illuminated
Over a decade and never nobody's favorite
Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we gamblin' huf
My amigo, a million grams and we countin' 'em up
You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack
You paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the track
Screaming "gang gang" now you wanna rap
Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
Lookin' for a bond lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got them faggots on your back

[Meek Mill:]
What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controlling what we see
Told my niggas "I need you"
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free?

Fed investigations, heard they plottin' like I trap
20 mil' in cash, they know I got that off a rap
Maybe it's the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts
Or the billionaire from Marcy ain't no way they got my back
Seein' how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uh
Lock me in the cell for all them nights and I won't snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I'm sellin' crack
When you bring my name up to the judge just tell em' facts
Tell em how we fundin' all these kids to go to college
Tell him how we ceasin' all these wars, stoppin' violence
Tryna fix the system and the way they designed it
I think they want me silenced (Shush)
Oh say can you see
I don't feel like I'm free
Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet
Judge bangin' that gavel turned me to slave from a king
Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string
Just for poppin' a wheelie, my people march in the city
From a cell to a chopper view from the top of the city
You can tell how we rockin' soon as I pop up we litty
Poppin' like Bad Boy in '94, Big Poppa and Diddy
And niggas counted me out like my accountant ain't busy
That's five milli' in twenties, sit up and count 'til I'm dizzy
Phantom, five hundred thousand, hundred round in a stizzy
Is we beefin' or rappin', I might just pop up with Drizzy like

What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controlling what we see
Told my niggas 'I need you'
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas 'I need you'
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free?

[Jay-Z:]
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifth's of a man I believe's the phrase
I'm 50% of D'usse and it's debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that's my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my G's
Since most of my niggas won't ever work together
You run a cheque up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uh
I ain't one of these house niggas you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C'mon man)
My route better of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took nigga's sense of pride
Now how that's free?
And the people stole their soul and hit niggas with 360's
I ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we 'posed to be happy about this
We was praisin' Billboard but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like 'Is you dumb?'
To this day, Grandma 'fraid of what I might say
They gon' have to kill me Grandmama, I'm not they slave (Ha-ha-ha)
Check out the bizarre rappin' style used by me the HOV
Look at my hair free, care free
Niggas ain't near free
Enjoy your chains, whats your employer name with the hair piece?
I survived the hood, can't no Shaytan rob me
My accountant's so good I'm practically livin' tax free
Factory, that's me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That's a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And they expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y’all kill me
Sucker free, no shuckin me
I don't jive turkey
Say “Happy Thanksgiving"
Shit sound like murder to me
Smoke free
All of y'all calling out toll free
Labels rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free
Lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send an order through a hands free, kill you in 24 hours or shorter you can't ignore the hand speed
On god, it's off the head this improv
But it's no comedy
Sign I fail, hell naw (Ha-ha-ha)

Respect The Game lyrics - Meek Mill

Yah
Big bag, got 'em big mad
A nigga gettin' to some money and his bitch bad
Jumpin' out the Rolls truck with the temp tag
I'm gettin' money, I don't get mad, ugh
Ask a nigga in my hood, he go and said it on stand
And when them situations came, I came out like a champ
When it was pourin' down rain and I came out of it damp
But now it's champagne showers when we poppin' the champ', ugh
We dodged all the feds and they traps
Niggas can't be us 'cause they rats
Stand tall, point a finger, never that
I knew a nigga had it all, went to the B, ain't get it back
That's why I'm humble as ever, and I rumble whatever
Don't chase hoes 'cause they come with this cheddar
I seen my man girl start actin' bougie when he fuck up his cheddar
Before you knew it, niggas was fuckin' her better
I knew about it and I-
Wanted to tell him, I felt funny as ever
But when I told him, he went runnin' to tell her, damn
Remember I was down bad, I'm talkin' under the cellar
Now the Rolls Royces come with umbrellas
For the rain and all the pain that we been through
If you don't feed your wolves they gon' put you on the menu
That's why I be with family and some bulls that I been knew
If money determined loyalty, we'd cut you with a Ginsu
Now I go against you, facts

Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game

Fuck the fame
We millionaires fuck your watch and lil' chain
Niggas disappear as quick as Lil Xan
You feelin' yourself, I know you got a lil' lane
Just hold your composure, I seen this shit happen over and over
That couple hundred thousand holdin' you over
That ain't real money
That's bill money, buy a Rollie, get a wheel money
Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money
Now you tapped out and got no appeal money
Callin' home like niggas done did you wrong
But when you had that money you could've put niggas on
And the moment they put cuffs on you, your bitch was gone
Student of the game, I'm just ahead of my class
I'm that nigga, but I never got my head up my ass
You doin' good, but I'm ready for bad
And you won't never catch me frontin' 'cause I'm used to bein' second to last
Respect the game

Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game

Splash Warning lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Future, Roddy Ricch and Young Thug)

[Future:]
Okay, ye ye, ye ye, wo-wo-wo, ay, ay

[Future:]
In that new Shahpar, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh

[Future:]
One one thousand grams I make it jump, uh huh, okay
Popped out in Yves Saint Laurent, okay, okay
I juug two thousand bands every month, okay, okay
I could get you anything you want, okay okay
Dog food, anything you want, okay okay
Any hoe you choose, which one you want? Okay, okay

[Roddy Ricch:]
I put all my dogs in Saint Laurent, yeah yeah
We had the fiends jumping at the spot, yeah yeah
I was whipping that dope up like a pot of spaghetti
The trap was hotter nigga had to fizz around the corner
Get the package every week I got the straps in Arizona
I flooded out the bitch I had to put the Patek on her

[Future:]
In that new Shahpar, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh

[Meek Mill:]
Shawty gonna pop that pussy for a Cash app, okay
Only gonna fuck that bitch twice if her ass fat, okay
I keep Benji Franklin in my nap sack, okay
I wanna sleep in that pussy, that's a cat nap, okay
Lambo truck, oh oh
Attract that bitch, your hoe
Chopper stick, two two
Threes lift your tutu
Please, you ain't cool cool
Run up on me, you lose
Hustle like I'm Nipsey
My bitch look like Lulu

[Young Thug:]
Tons money on his head cause we, cause we shottas
Diamonds blue and red, like a, like a cop car
Money on lil bitch, still ain't see what's the total
Heard he's on her crew, we gon' splash when they roll up

[Future:]
In that new Shahpar, ooh ooh
That's a car, ooh ooh
Money, money, ah ooh ooh
Big boss, ooh ooh
In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo
Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh
I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye
I just gave away my lil thot, thot , ye ye
I just skrrt off in a robot, yay yay
Pushed one button the top go in the trunk, uh huh, uh huh

Championships lyrics - Meek Mill

Yeah, uh

All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh
And I ain't come here to preach
I just had to say somethin' 'cause I'm the one with the reach
Youngin' gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain't had no daddy, he's had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin', that there's a sign to me, oh Lord
The shit I'm doin' for my hood I won't get an Award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how' I get to the Forbes
I take a shot if I miss I'm gettin' on boards
Ain't quittin' no more, like give me some more
We went Old Navy it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
Was we really that dumb? 'Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin' one
'Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I'm speakin' to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin' out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter?
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I'm locked up in a prison
Callin' mama like I shouldn't have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I'm on a visit posin' for the picture
Like I'm going for my prom or somethin'
Like I ain't facing time or somethin'
Ride for these niggas like that shit ain't hurt my mom or somethin'
Only one gon' get me commissary or even buy me somethin'
When it all fall down
I can call y'all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won't get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit that's the reason that I did this song

Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin' with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the Tec
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie's dying I'm like "Maybe we next"
That just made me a threat
Knowin' the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court apointed and he won't say object
Now it's you against the state and you ain't got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain't got no space
I know a youngin' that got murked ain't get to drive no Wraith
But he in hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon' faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin' you home, she goin' crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon' save me?
How could you blame me? When I'm tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin' for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop tokin'
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put 'em on probation, lock you up if you ain't perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin' all the schools and all the prisons gettin' open

Yeah
See comin' from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship

Going Bad lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Drake)

[Drake (Future):]
Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
G, G

[Drake:]
Back home, smokin' legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin' on diesel, dawg
Playin' with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg
Don't just say you're down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (It's empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg)
That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg

It's just a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade
Still goin' bad on you anyway

[Meek Mill:]
Whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa
Whoa, whoa, ah

I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it's gettin' scary (Back-to-back)
If you fuckin' with my opps, it's don't come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That's a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time I'm in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended)
Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go (That's a Fendi)
For real
She said, "Oh, you rich rich?" ("You rich rich")
Bitch, I graduated, call me "Big Fish" (Ballin')
I got Laurie Harrier on my wish list (That's Laurie)
That's the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh)
I've been had my way out here, yeah, know that's facts (Facts)
You ain't livin' that shit you sell, yeah, we know that's cap (That's cap)
You ain't got to ask me when you see me, know I'm strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin' plat' (Ooh, ooh)

[Drake:]
It's just a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day

[Future:]
Wheezy outta here


Almost Slipped lyrics - Meek Mill

Ugh, every bitch I'm fuckin' say they only fuckin' me
I even bought you diamonds, put you in that double seat
The way you love the game, you couldn't be in love with me
I work too hard for my name to let a bitch put mud on me
So how can I trust you? (Trust you)
When all the rich niggas fucked you (Fucked you)
Make you my baby, I'd love to (Love to)
You was a dime, but I dubbed you (Dubbed you)
When I first bagged you that shit had me excited
Swimming in that pussy, girl, I swear there's nothing like it
I got plans to cut you off, I know that you won't like it
I knew that it would come to this, I seen it like psychic
Turned you to a savage (Savage)
I won't forget you, you a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
I set you up so you could level up (Level up)
But you was used to being average (Average)
Jumpin' on jets, you was caught up in the life
They gassed you on Instagram, you caught up in the hype
A ho gon' be a ho, so ain't no use for no advice
When you crossed me, you lost me, can't let you cross me twice

I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)

You fucking with a ball player and now acting bougie
Seen you out in traffic you act like you never knew me
I just bust out laughing when I seen with you that goofy (Ha)
Savage for that money, you like Ginger from the movie, ooh
I almost fell in love with a ho
I still dream of me fuckin' you slow
Ass so fat all the stuff from the back
I still watch all our old videos
And I still hear that pussy callin' (Callin')
It's so wet, slippery, it let me fall in
And from the way you treated me, almost went all in (All in)
Had to check your mileage and I started stallin' (Stallin')
'Cause relationships turn into situationships
I know you don't wanna hear this player shit, but baby I'm made for this
You made your bed, you gotta lay in it
My heart can't play with this (No)
Gotta save myself before I try to save a bitch (Woah)
I ain't been cuffing on no hoes and I ain't gon' start
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart (Protect my heart)
Had to protect my wrist, protect my heart
Because this cold game left my heart cold, now I promise it ain't my fault

I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)

Ugh, I gotta keep a vest on my heart (On my heart)
You the reason the good women got it hard (Got it hard)
Shit, we was good until our feelings got involved
That's when I did homework and then I really got involved, oh
Oh, and I don't know how I'ma go 'bout it
Now a nigga coldhearted, baby, nobody
Get this hard, you suck the soul out me
Found out you a whole thottie
And you got a whole lotta bodies, nobody
No, you let what we had die young (Die young)
And that's word to low-rider (Low-rider, no, no)
Soon as I thought I got one, I was like

I almost fell in love with a thottie (Oh)
My dawg said "You got too many bodies" (Ooh)
Girl, that pussy had me like a zombie (Oh)
I gotta pour out my feelings that's inside me, yeah
What happened in the dark is gon' come to the light (Come to the light)
Magic from the start, you was fuckin' me right (Fuckin' me right)
Treat me like a king baby talk to me nice (Talk to me)

Tic Tac Toe lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Kodak Black)

[Meek Mill:]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
It's a Kodak moment, got Kodak in this bitch
Uh, yeah, yeah
Lil' fish, uh

I did a Saks Fifth run (Yeah)
I did a bad bitch run, uh
I just bought a new AP (AP)
'Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah)
Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo)
Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag)
I be goin' too crazy (Crazy)
Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah
Ain't no stopping me
Talk on the 'net, don't apply to me
I can't be with these rap niggas
I know my dawgs gon' slide for me
All that talk, that's cap, nigga
Y'all be soundin' like cops to me
Layin' on the jet with a MAC, nigga
Bust down, ain't no robbin' me
I don’t want my old bitch back (I don't wanna her)
Shit, damn, but I still wanna fuck, uh (Yeah)
I be overload with the drip (Drip)
Shit might spill in my cup, uh
I can't fuck with these niggas (Fuck 'em)
But I still send 'em my love (Yeah)
I ain't gotta trap no more (No)
I'ma just give 'em my plug (Yeah)
New bitch ass too fat (Ass too fat)
Put a price tag on that (Price tag)
No, I'm not cuffin' these thots (No)
You ain't gotta ask me that (No)
I be tryna run up this guap (Run it up)
Nigga, you can have 'em back (Yeah)
Two big boy Rolls Royces (What?)
And we goin' back to back, huh

[Kodak Black:]
Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Don't come to me 'bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don't need no shooter
Don't come to me 'bout no mess
Want beef, I'm sayin' less
It ain't nothin' to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

[Meek Mill:]
Benji, Benji, Benji on Benjis (Benjis)
Keepin' my hoes in that Fendi (That Fendi)
Whippin' that Rolls like a hemi (Skrrt)
Face down, smearin' her Fenty, uh
Niggas, they always got somethin' to say
See 'em, it's nothin' to talk about (Nothin')
Catch you and you tried to stunt in the club
You gettin' smoked in the parking lot
Came on the block (Uh), brand new Saint Laurent (Whoa)
I gotta lay off designer 'cause honestly I've just been makin' 'em hot (Yeah)
I'm not a Muslim but I had to put in them prayers to make it sell out (Woo)
I know my way to the top
I took a circle and made it a block, run (Break it down)
Red fish, blue fish, old bitch, new bitch (New bitch)
Niggas said it's on sight, see me, he ain't do shit, uh
We got them thirties on thirties (Thirties)
Phantom is newer than Jersey (Jersey)
I put that bitch in a figure four
Fuck it, I'm doin' her dirty (Dirty)
Don't even know what I'm in it for (I don't)
I probably get her a Rollie (A Rollie)
I probably get her Chanel, Chanel
And then she know I'm fuckin' her homies (Her homies)
Keep a bad bitch in my face (My face)
She tryin' to get to first place (First place)
We don't pop X, pop Ace (Pop Ace)
And we only cop by case, huh

[Kodak Black:]
Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don't come to me 'bout no ho
Don't come to me 'bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don't need no shooter
Don't come to me 'bout no mess
Want beef, I'm sayin' less
It ain't nothin' to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

24/7 lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Ella Mai)

[Beyoncé:]
End, that's what I found out

[Ella Mai:]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7

[Meek Mill:]
Uh-huh-uh
Lovin' the shit out you, fuckin' the shit out you
For seven days straight, and now I can't even live without you
And if we ever broke up, I won't have a kid without you
You forever in my heart, I won't forget about you
I be crushin' you on Monday like it's Wednesday
You pressed about that nigga, what your friends say?
Oh, G63 is what your Benz say
I'm so happy you ain't listen to your friends, babe
You can tell me how you want it, how you need it, I don't mind
Need you right here by my side, 'cause out of sight is out of mind
And out of spite you hit decline, but I was hype
I hit your line a few more times than you hit back I'm gon' respond

[Ella Mai (Meek Mill):]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way (On my way, on my way, woah)
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day (Night and day, night and day, go)
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7

[Meek Mill:]
Uh, yeah
You be throwin' that shit back like it's a Thursday
I be treatin' you like everyday your birthday
Them hoes ain't fuckin' with you on your worst day
I got you on a new level like what Ferg say
When you fell down, I pick you up
Put on your crown, and lift you up
I put a rock all on your finger, so much ice could push a puck
Heard they feelings 'bout you, baby, tell them hoes I wish 'em luck
Talkin' relationship goals, this could be us, yuh
24/7, what's the 411?
When you see me kneel like Kaepernick, call a reverend
See, I got a milli' in a stash for a weddin'
If you ready, let me know, 'cause it's whatever

[Ella Mai:]
But I know you in the worst way
Yeah, our anniversary
'Bout to suit up on my birthday
'Cause I know they keep you thirsty
Ain't no playin', this is us
Boy, be gentle, ain't no rush
365, you're the only one I trust
No, I can't get enough
And all my ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out
Yeah, yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday

Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
Oh yeah

[Beyoncé:]
End
What I found out-
I took a vow that from now on
I'm gonna be my own best

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