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Robert Rihmeek Williams (filadélfia, 6 De Maio De 1987) é Um Rapper Americano, Mais Conhecido Pelo Seu Nome Artístico Meek Mill. (wikipédia)

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meek mill01. ooh kill em

meek mill - ooh kill em

[intro: meek mill]
Get it right terio
Ooh, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh
You ready? you ready?
I don't think they is

[verse 1: meek mill]
Uh, nowadays everybody wanna
Talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move they lips
I spit crack for my niggas that be moving bricks
With they exclusive bitch
Sippin' on amaretto when she loose and shit
Niggas sleeping on me then I freddy krueger shit
With a few philly niggas that be shootin' shit
I'm like dre, I wish I had my nigga snupe for this
Oh, I grew up, I screw up a oz of crack
Then I blow up they knew us before all this rap
I been knew it was shooters
You fuck around with me, get smoked like a hookah
My ruger go booyah, I do it for the streets
You do it for the nigga with the backpack
I do it for the nigga on the corner
Tryna make a meal ticket with a crack pack
Hold up wait a minute let me back track
Hov gave you 24, let you have that
Man you claiming you the king of new york
What the fuck wrong with you nigga, step back
Hundred shots, amateur that your snap cap
Everybody want the crown so I snatch that
Heard your gun go doo-doo-doo
Well my gun go blap-blap-blap-blap
What the fuck I gotta whisper to niggas
To earn my respect just to get to these niggas
Go ether take over or jigga on niggas
I really go 2pac and biggie on niggas
What the fuck wrong with him
Like really I'm sick of you niggas
You've been in the game like a year and some change
And you feeling yourself so I'm killing these niggas like

[bridge]
(h-h-h-hold up, wait)
Let the beat come back and the streets come back
Niggas on the west tryna make the east come back
[?] make the beef come back like
(h-h-h-hold up, wait)
And a nigga fuck around get the rico act, shoot shoot
And one, where my free throw at?
And my lil' nigga bobby can't eat those flats
Like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em

[verse 2: meek mill]
They know meek milly, I barely went gold
But meek milly look like he sold two million
All this new money I'm getting my nigga
I swear I don't know what to do with it
Yeah it's meek milly, I'm bombing on rappers
I really don't give a fuck who with 'em
Pair with a nigga like me one time, like me one time
And ya'll forgot about me
Acting like I don't really want mine
What the fuck wrong with em
Know how we feeling, let me get back to it
Terio like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh

meek mill02. lay up

meek mill - lay up

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach
Was the city?s most wanted ?til I said gimme yo number
Youngest nigga I?m stuntin?, no more Civics from Honda

[Bridge: Trey Songz]
Lay up, lay up
Lay up, lay up

[Verse 1 Continued: Meek Mill]
I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart
I?d rather fuck in the light, ?fore I make love in the dark
Cuz she was fuckin? me right, it felt like love from the start
Was gettin? money on tour, so we was lovin? for fall
But first we go together then break up, tears drip on her makeup
Fuck all night ?til we wake up, and like George Gervin we lay up
Cuz all them lies I made up, it?s big checks no pay cut
Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers
Shorty on my team now, it was us versus them haters
And everybody they talk bad, when they talk that she take up
She ???, young boy get paper
And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish

[Hook: Trey Songz]
She know it?s gametime when I do it like that
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
She can get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
And when I shoot I don?t miss (don?t miss), I don?t miss (don?t miss)
I don?t miss when I do it now
She could get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Sittin? back with this paper fallin? in my lap
Feelin? isolated nothin? but them hundred stacks
When your money up tell me who you?re supposed to trust
Every night a different woman, fuck your money up
My bank account in shape, I could run with Puff
I came to put you down shorty so what the fuck is up
Since I met her she can?t keep that pussy off me
On the pill, I?mma kill that pussy softly
Back to back time to show you how a gangster move
Keys to the pad, talkin? infinity pools
V12?s ain?t a thang, time to change your name
Paper stuffed in her purse can?t hear her phone ring

[Hook: Trey Songz]
She know it?s gametime when I do it like that
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
She can get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
And when I shoot I don?t miss (don?t miss), I don?t miss (don?t miss)
I don?t miss when I do it now
She could get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right

[Verse 3: Wale]
Homie picture me rollin?, all them bitches be on me

Made a grip off them vocals, got a gift with the vocals
So much over these ??? should have been on a poster
Infatuated to say the least
He lay it weak, I lay you once you lay a week
Wale a freak, he know it doe, no go with hoes

That?s head on head, she give me head, I give her glow
I?m in her body, I?m in her head like quote unquote

Au revoir to my rivals, double M genius shotta

[Hook: Trey Songz]
She know it?s gametime when I do it like that
When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
She can get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right
And when I shoot I don?t miss (don?t miss), I don?t miss (don?t miss)
I don?t miss when I do it now
She could get the lay up, all night
She be tryna lay up, all right

[Verse 4: Trey Songz]
From the night to the morn?, yeah she tryna lay
Got a freaky, freaky game and she tryna play
Couple more shots baby can you make it stay, stay up
Lay up, lay up
Might just slap the backboard, give you what you ask for
Lay up

meek mill03. repo

meek mill - repo

Fucking condom style, get ya jig on
You a clown ass nigga, put a wig on
Nigga i be goin ham till the pig gone
all this ice around my neck, i got a fridge on

Body Cass, put him in a body bag
Broke niggga, we should put you in a body cast
Real nigga, all i know is get a lot of cash
I took you hatin niggas spot, that's you probably mad

My story, All guts glory
Posted on the corner glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my army
Feelin like none of ya'll niggas can't harm me

I came from the bottom, where they never made it at
With all these jewels on they ain'y never taking that
It's rules to the game, I ain't never breakin that
And once you give a statement, nigga you can never take it back

You lame, part of the game, nigga pardon the fame
I got 30 in my clip, I could park in ya frame
Plus thie rollie on my wrist cost some car and some change
I'm talkin bike life, bout to put a park in my name

Just to ride on you niggas or, slide on you niggas
In the G550, when we glide on you niggas
Like Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you niggas
I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas

So why you suckas hatin and talkin bout what im makin
When i be out in Jamaica and ballin like i'm a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin richer, i wake up to get my cake up

Black Maserati, Chinchillas from papi
All killer beside me, all lookin Ahkis
I remember nights on corners with beef and brocoli
rice and gravy, now it's crazy Phillipes got me

All gold AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin like i'm KD, how can niggas play me
If you aint talkin money nigga, fuck you pay me
Drop down with top down and th A/C on, Drawn

Fuck is ya'll doin, i'm a king you a pawn, little nigga i'm a Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a john, and like 20 for a half, little nigga do the math

And you talkin bout a battle rap, how you gon handle that
100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tabs for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin at
Cause you ain't got half of that, they pump you up asthma attack

Bye clown calm down, fo you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like, who Meek MIlly bomb now
Went from drivin Bentley's to goin half a pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga, my town

I heard ya car got repoed, and this bike's life boy you just got D'bo'd
Them twitter niggas fuckin wit ya ego, you in the field tryin to turn to god like Tebow

Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All black ghost nigga, lookin like a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so i'ma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff yo skeleton right back in the dirt nigga

What you mad this year, what you worth nigga
I dropped Dreams and Nightmare, i made church nigga
I did I'm a Boss, young and set the summer off
Now these old niggas mad at me cause they fallin off

Get ya hate on Cass, and we ain't talkin larceny cause they all trash
And ya goons ain't ridin with ya, they all mad
Cause you ain't never put no food up in AR-ABs

And ya dog caught a body for ya, damn he ain't eat from it
Now you mad at Swiss cus, you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas comin at you dog, they gon keep comin
We ain't no Forrest Gump nigga, better keep runnin

Duck, tuck and hit up, stuck nigga you lit up
Cause you lookin like food, my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up
Boom high stick up, rollin all out the pick-up
Woah

meek mill04. the end

meek mill - the end

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Okay, these niggas wanna be sleek
It's nine in the morning
I ain't been asleep yet
I though sleep was for billionaires
I think I'm the last of the street niggas left
Uh...

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When it come to stuntin', I'm like money man Meech
Brought my city with me and we coming in the fleet
And now I'm getting richer and they don't want me in the streets
I'm thinking fuck a album sales, we sold a hundred bricks this week
Thousand grams of crack, take it to the table
Bag it all up, take it to the label and tell 'em distribute it
I'm getting cake ridiculous
Rari like a frog, coming through the track, whippin' it
And they tellin' me to turn down, they say that I need riddling
Ballin' like I'm Jordan, no assists from Sottie Pippen
And it ain't enough flows, crossing over like I'm dribling
Running laps round them rappers, tired like Michelin
Started off with Tip and 'em but that wasn't it for him
Yellow, blow Cuban, diamonds blue like Michigan
Been taught you niggas
That there's levels and there's differences
See this lifestyle, the way a real nigga livin' it
I'm gettin' it, nigga put yourself in my predicament
If you was gettin' all of this fucking money
You won't spend this shit
I be at the dealership, pointing out and picking shit
Just to shake the town up, talking off the whip and shit
Take 'em to the clear port, no Instagram, picture it
Niggas taking pictures for the Instagram, twinning shit
On the jet, fifty for the flight to go to LIV and shit
Spend another thirty on the champ
And never sipped the shit
One million, two million, three million, four
I can have a million dollars knocking at my door
Ridin' in the passenger, like 2Pac Shakur
Only thing that's different is this new Glock that roar
Get rocks from the paper, a rush from the money
If money talk it's like you said hush to your money
These broke niggas say I talk too much about the money
That's what we do it for the love of the money
Nigga...

[Outro: Allen Iverson]
We're sitting here, I'm supposed to be the franchise player
And we're in here talking about practice
Not the game that I go out there and die for
And play every game like it's my last
Not the game
We talking about practice man
I mean how silly is that?
We talking about practice
What are we talkin' about?
Practice? We talking about practice man
We talking about practice
We talking about practice
We ain't talking 'bout the game
We talking about practice, man

meek mill05. amen

meek mill - amen

[Meek Mill]
I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women he let into my life
All the Benjamins he let me count
Wealth and health, for my family
And lettin? me BALL on these niggas

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Now it?s a lot of bad bitches in the building (Ooh, Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I?m finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Ahh, Preach)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bottle after bottle, drink until I overdose
Pull up in the Phantom watch them bitches catch the holy ghost
Everytime I step up in the dealer I be goin? broke
Shorty wanna fuck me I say get on top and rollercoast
And I lay back, she go cray
Fuck me good, but she no stay
Murder on that pussy let her boyfriend get that DOA
Get it? And all I get is Frito Lay
Plus I?m on probation, when they test me I just pee Rozay
Cause last night, I went hard, Peach Ciroc, Patron and all
Thirty racks on Magnum bottles, I think I was born to ball
Lookin? like a million plus, fresh I?m out that corner store
Hater I be doin? me, you guys should be doin? y?all
I?m stackin? money to the ceiling
All this ice that?s in my Rollie I be chillin?
And I just made a couple million
So I could take care of them children

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Just bought my niggas some cane, so much it came with a plane
Bought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boat
I just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat
For niggas jumpin? the fence I hope you niggas can float
And I just hope that I?m forgiven for carin? ?bout how they livin?
And loanin? a little money and keepin? ?em out of prison
I ain?t lyin? in my verses I?m just telling you the basics
Of growin? up with your friends and becoming the one that made it, Yes lord!
All gold, man I got these bitches soul
Talkin? bout these other rappers getting old is even getting old
Worry ?bout your followers, you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek, young niggas poppin? like our collars up
And good ain?t good enough, and your hood ain?t hood enough
Spend my whole life putting on, you spend your whole life putting up
Ain?t no telling when I go, so there ain?t shit that I?mma wait for
I?m the type to say a prayer, then go get what I just prayed for
Nigga, church

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Lord forgive me for my sins, I?m just tryna win
And she a devil in that dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I had her up by 12 o clock, then 3 o clock she wet again
I?m screamin? ?Oh Lord?
That pussy good, that pussy good
I?m tryin to hold on
I wish I could, you think I should?
She got that million dollar body
Shawty my Bugatti
And she said she got a man
we keep it secret illuminati
(Got Patron On deck)
And Ciroc all in my bottle
(Push it all on here)
She was on that Repressitol
(She take it all off)
And I take her off
And this bitch spinnin? like I hit the lotto

[Chorus]

meek mill06. off the corner

meek mill - off the corner

[Intro: Meek Mill]
M-m-m-m-a
No, no, no, no, no, no
These hoes, they like niggas that spend money, not talk about it
If you ain't gonna get the money then watcha gonna do?
Hey!

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I graduated from the streets, no diploma
I made a million on that corner
I mixed pedico with baking soda
I made a million on that corner
Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner
I made a million on that corner
Graduated from the streets, no diploma
I made a million on that corner
I made a million on that, I made a million on that
I made a million on that corner

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Young rich nigga, I flex, look at my neck
Look at my bitch, look at my wrist, got these niggas upset
Who you know blow a mill? Don't even think twice, no sweat
And these hoes around me?
You don't fuck, you don't give them no check
Cause ya'll niggas lame as fuck, none of these chumps can't hang with us
All these chains getting tangled up
And my clique armed and dangerous, and we'll flame you up
You get smoked mothafucker like angel dust
Start the Rolls Royce with the angel up
All these niggas on angels bruh, but I got stripes like a bengal does
And my wrist look like the flash on
Come that ho and bring that ass on
So I can beat it up like you stole something
Might pop a purple, go mad long like skrrt
Been through your hood in a wraith, niggas is jealous, just look at your face
3-57 get put in your place, follow my lead all you niggas is late
Like hold up, hold up, I done made a million on that corner
I bought some coke but couldn't deal with Arizona
Them yellow diamonds looking clearer than Corona
And if they act like they ain't with it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm on the corner gettin' cake
I'm talkin' like it's 88
Givenchy all I really play
Kingpin status when I swerve up on the block
A nigga like you, you wouldn't even get the cock
Get my money dolo, I just need some help to count it
I'm the richest nigga outta Dade-Broward County
Feds know my game, they keep it raw, we all at odds
Repossess my Lambo cause they wanna build a charge
When they got my Chevy, got it runnin' like it's 'sposed to
Hit up on my niggas, let 'em know my shop reopened
We rockin' everything, till I'm right back on the top
Nasdaq hustle bitch, come get your ass in stocks

[Hook]

[Outro: Rick Ross]
Ugh, Double M, bang!

meek mill07. ya ll don t hear me

meek mill - ya ll don t hear me

Yeah, philly in this bitch!
Loso waddup?
Check me
I from the city where the skinny niggas ride
Where a semi. 45 would make
The biggest niggas fold up, roll up
I done seen the realest niggas froze up
When that mack squeezing hollows leave your back
Leaking that, act decent if you want to
everytime I come through
Everybody whispering, talking what gon do

Hundred grand in straight cash
Make me put it on you and have
Your own homies tryna swarm you
I'm sworn to riding with this glock. 40
And I got it on, too
They tell me to put it down
But they don't know what I'm going through
Niggas playing checkers and it's chess
So what's a pawn to a king that got his money right?
You niggas on a hunger strike

When I was dead-broke, man
I used to grind a hundred a nights
A hundred day, selling white
I tell you it ain't nothing nice
I be going so hard, man I don't see my son at night
Baby mama bitching
I'm just trying to get my young'un right
Started with a dollar to a half a ticket
And I just signed my deal today
For all you rapping niggas. Money ain't a joke
You see me laughing niggas?
All my goonies they ain't talking, they just clapping niggas

You gonna think my dogg a roofer
brought a ladder with him
My other homie a mechanic, got his ratchet with him
And they shooting for real, they shooting to kill
I got some homies up state, they doing the wheel
I remember niggas shooting for dear life
30 Years on us, cops pull with the red lights
We riding with them hammers
Know a couple young'uns that died before their grandma
I'm not trying to play with hammers

A lot of niggas fronted back when I was in the slammer
But now I got that paper in and I be going bananas
Like tony montana, nino
and the carter got me leaning even harder
With this nina in my cargoes
I can't meet 'em any farther
If the niggas want the work

Tell 'em meet me out north, 20-something in berks
Used to be with 50 niggas, 20 of 'em got murked
20 Done turned pussy, the other 10 put in work
Yeah! I'm screaming "this is the life"
If you ain't hooping then you whipping the white
They even hitting the pipe
I talked to 'em try to give them advice
Niggas get left, they wasn't living too right
Yea! Niggas get left, they wasn't living too right
Y'all don't really hear me tho

meek mill08. i m a boss

meek mill - i m a boss

Look I'll be riding through my old hood
But I'm in my new whip
Same old attitude but I'm on that new shit
They say they gonna ride me, seen me never do shit
Cause they know that's the reason
They gonna end up on the news clips
On my ribs, bust down, we're popping bottles
Like I scored the winning touchdown, scored
Look at me up now, I want my city... the up town
Thank god all these bottles I pop
All these papers I've been given, all this models I fuck
For my... and money 23
I'm the shit now, look at me, look at me
I'm a... like my nigger rose, shorty had me full of
I told that bitch, no way
Cause I made it from the bottom
There was nothing on the way
And I never had a job you know I had to... yay
Bitch I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I call the shots
I'm with the merchants, call the cops
We in the building, you're not
You showing the paper you gonna
I'm a boss, bitch, I'm a boss
I claim the shots, I call the calls
We... it's going now, yeah
You cleaning with my motherfucking ground
Bitch I'm a boss, I'm a boss, bitch
I'm a boss, I'm a boss, bitch I'm a boss, I'm a boss
I claim the shots, I call the calls

Hey, got so many shades they thought I had a lazy eye
Shorty woke me smooth as my mercedes ride
No love, cry only when only babies die
And when I go that casket better cost a hundred thousands
I pray to god I look my killer in his eyes
Snatch your soul lot of shirt was taken for that rag
O. j. is one who's standing on his own feet
Our bosses want new guarantee we gonna need
Fuck a... dog cause one day we gonna meet
I'm a spaz on your ass like I'm on need
Oh, double stack better nigger double that
Jerry jones money nigger you were running back
Christian walker go jack
Ricky waters better run that dope back
Boss and I put that on my make-up
For honey... bitches you wish you saved that
Bitch I'm a boss, I'm a boss, bitch I'm a boss, I'm a boss
I claim the shots, I call the calls
We ain't his bitch is going now
You cleaning with my motherfucking ground
Bitch I'm a boss, I'm a boss, bitch
I'm a boss, I'm a boss, bitch I'm a boss, I'm a boss
I claim the shots, I call the calls
The cars I'll never drive, rides
I'll never ride, crib I ain't never been, fool I'll never trick
Fool you ain't better I move like the president
Acting black on black, you know I'll be strapping that
Grand rap niggers walk around where are you?
Fucking up the gang got the hood on fire
Big jerk mccain, call me sire
You say I run my city you are motherfucking liar
I'm a boss, I'm a boss, you're a fraud, you're a fraud
You cross the line I get you murdered for a cause
I'm on vegas, follow vegas, I took the
At the fight we're watching... on the floor
Scared money don't make no money
If I ever go broke I'ma take your money
I ain't never drop a gun ain't take nothing from me
In the hood any day
Picture em good what I say
Bitch I'm a boss, I'm a boss
Bitch I'm a boss, I'm a boss, bitch I'm a boss, I'm a boss
I claim the shots, I call the calls
We ain't his bitch is going now you
Cleaning with my motherfucking ground
Bitch I'm a boss, I'm a boss
Bitch I'm a boss, I'm a boss, bitch I'm a boss, I'm a boss
I claim the shots, I call the calls

meek mill09. lean wit it

meek mill - lean wit it

Uh, In the kitchen goin ham again
Fuckin? with dem birds like Cam and them
I?ll tell you what?s the word when the tan is in
We dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and
Whole brick throw it on a triple beam
It get hectic we gon? stretch it like a limousine
Ain?t no question if I touch it then it?s Mr.Clean
I be reppin in yo? section me my nigga Keem
Ghost boys, in a ghost nigga
I burn bread I ain?t talkin toast nigga
Whole team of killers, I?m the coach nigga
Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga
Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
I got some bad bitches that?ll get it there
If you don?t wanna get it we gon send ?em there
If it?s heavy then Omelly comin in a Lear
Bricksquad, like Waka and dem
If its gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem
I don?t touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem
Meek Mill started wasn?t chopper we was poppin den

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

I made a million off a mixtape
Nigga get ya shit straight
I?m sellin that raw shit, you sellin that weak weight
Cookin? up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache
When I pulled up to the club you should?ve seen ya bitch face, Ughh!
Fitfy cash in my pocket
Nigga, I got the stash in my pocket
I?m blowin money fast in my pocket
Said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket
Talkin Ass Ass Ass Ass, all I get is cash cash
Club lit my last tag, could?ve bought a fast Jag
The way these bitches wavin? at me, you would think a cab passed
Wondered why u hatin on me, nigga wit ?cho mad ass
Rollie on me cost a whole brick
Killers with me ain?t go no pics
These groupie bitches ain?t got no sense
So we make a movie on them bitches no script

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

Thirty-six treat it like a dirty bitch
Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip
Call me anything don?t call me by my government
Cuz when I?m out ?chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks
Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit
We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit
If I ain?t rockin with the Smith its Parabellum shit
Papi bring ?em on the boat they know we sellin shit
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Posted Mac. 11 in the lot wit it
Seven fifty gettin? busy wit a box in it
So when they pull us over they don?t find dem Glocks in it

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

meek mill10. we ain t the same

meek mill - we ain t the same

Aye o? What the fuck wrong with these niggas?
Everytime I turn around niggas got somethin'
To say about my motherfuckin' nigga omelly
Like he ain't been in these fuckin' streets!
Like he ain't been running around with that fuckin' heat!
Ya'll see my nigga everyday nigga tooled up
and jeweled up
Lit up like a fuckin' christmas tree!
I don't know what's up with these niggas
Niggas ain't never been sweet
Street suckas for life nigga we do what we want

Oh yeah, chea, chea
Catch me in that blue six, sp-sp-sp-peedin
like sonic nigga
My little niggas catch a rack
don't say shit about it nigga ('bout it nigga)
Co-sign a nigga; homie you a rat
you ain't ridin' nigga (you ain't ridin' nigga)
And I'm only statin' facts
so keep runnin' your face and I'm slidin' nigga (I'm slidin')
Every nigga with me and they poppin' off toasters
(poppin' off toasters)
Catch us every where hoppin' out of them ghosts
(we swervin')
Keep it cool homie better watch how you approach us
(we out'chea!)
B-b-bars so fire nigga think meek wrote this (let's get it)

That hatin' shit I ain't got time for (time for)
I don't pop mollies, I pop dime whores (dime whores)
Got a bad model you would die for (she bad)
Lookin' through my cazals and my tom fords
T-t-this ap dancin' on my wrist (I'm flexin')
Niggas mad, they ain't doin it like this (they stressin')
Straight profit made a hundred off them scripts
(them scripts)
I hear you talkin' pussy, you ain't gon' do shit (I'm gone)

My niggas be talkin' like they about that shit
I got on all my jewels all my designer shit (straight up)
Boy this shit what I do don't get beside yourself (yeah)
And you know I got my two don't get beside yourself
My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same (nah)
My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same at all (same at all)
My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same (nah)
My nigga, my nigga we ain't the same at all (same at all)
At all, at all, at all, at

Said I do shit different, said my new shit different
Said my new whip different, different watch
different bitches
Say the way I'm livin, I do it a little different
And my money just different, everything different
Said I don't trust hoes, I don't love hoes
I just fuck the hoes that y'all lust

Y'all niggas talkin' like y'all about that
Shit but y'all know y'all don't do it like us
Brand new foreign with the cranberry guts (guts)
I slide through there like yuck (yuck!)
Cause the money ain't a thing my nigga
(Money) shit we blow it like dust (ho!)

These hoes ain't fuckin' with you; you on instagram
You liked a million pictures
And she shot you down you still tryna get her but
I fucked her once and done forgot her nigga, damn
(Haha!) these balenciaga, not prada, nigga
It's bel-air in my bottom, nigga
all my niggas get a dollar, nigga

meek mill11. i don t know

meek mill12. ambition

meek mill13. energy

meek mill - energy

Lickwood means "rewind", gunshot means "forward"
You requested it so we rewind
Omelly what's up
Small side one-eight Bh we straight
North side Burks what up
Philly!

I got enemies got a lot of enemies
I don't really fuck with these niggas in the industry
Know a couple niggas from the hood want to finish me
And put me on a t-shirt Rip and memory
So I'm riding around with a drum and a Glock
On the gram niggas said I couldn't come to my block
So I came through that bitch me myself in a drop

Niggas know they touch me bllrr something get dropped
Man I don't bang with these suckers I don't play with no hoes
I do the walk through for 60 and get like 80 a show
And I don't got out no single I thinking maybe they know
Meek Milly realest to do it
and I can play at the floor ya heard

I got enemies got a lot of enemies
We fucking to Dej Loaf me you and some Hennessy
She gon' suck me off 'til she drain me of my energy
Flexing, it be fucking with these niggas mentally
Is Instagram hurting your heart nigga
Vs stones on me still work in the dark nigga
Hundred and six shots pull up and park niggas
Jump in the big drop button to start nigga
Murder was the case that they gave us spanked it
Real niggas back in style they should thank us
All these rap ass niggas really wanksters

Real recognize the real you a stranger
Hoes sell their souls for some baller alert
Niggas and they fake jewels need a frauding alert
Put me on watch buster tell 'em all what its worth
Bet they say couple milli Audemar with the works
New roll bust down call that Big Meech
Every time I drop shit hot fish grease
Every time you drop it is not that heat
Called your album seven days boy that shit weak

Motivating the hood still hot in the burbs
Still getting this money they think we got them birds
Every time I spit that's a thousand a word
Spoke it right to the system they say its power in words
Nigga we chosen we was chosen
Me Omelly had them hoes in now its Rollses
Back to back screaming told ya niggas owed us
And they said they would expose us never showed us
Fuck them niggas though

I got enemies got a lot of enemies
They was just cooling with me hating call them frienemies
I ain't really tripping we got arms like a centipede
Cause if I lose my cool I could turn them into memories
I'm gone I said I'm gone
Be the same niggas hating on the
Chasers man we ain't put them on
Fuck them niggas though

meek mill14. big dreams

meek mill - big dreams

If you ain't got a dream, you ain't got nuttin'
A lot of niggas changed on me when I got money
Said it come with the game and this what I wanted
So I'mma hustle like the first time, I got friendly for the love of the dream
In love with the team
Together, a circle, they couldn't come in-between
More from there in my pockets, they using money machines
I got my city back poppin' and they don't want me to leave
No, they don't want me to leave
But I gotta go and get it though
Time is money, anymore I miss you no
Poppy gotta eat, niggas shootin' 'round my momma wait
Cops run in my sister crib, I swear I gotta find a way
Try to take the million dollars and I'm like a dime away
Never asked a nigga for a hand, I always grind away
Watch my little rats, smoke my little weed
Sold a little crack just to fill my little needs
I was 16, gettin' on my little needs
Askin' a little please, help me get a little cheese
It was hot out, same time it was yard out
In a jungle where niggas will rip your heart out
Cold summers where niggas a bright starve out
Wanna be a kingpin from watch a nigga ball out
Couldn't blame us, devil was tryna chain us
We just tried to fix the roof leak when it was rainin'
We just tried to keep the house warm when winter came in
But they rub the detainers, lockers and cells of strangers, the razors
The animal go in cages, that's what the slave masters told the workers when they slaved us

Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16

Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16

Rock man told us sun don't shine
You know of his daddy I said in a similar grind
His father was locked up, now the son doin' time
Well certain niggas go to starvin' knowin' gang gon shine
Two felonies on his record, he got one more time
Get that, push that, he don't want no job, lost hope
Some niggas don't even want no god
They just want a little money just to come through fly
Cuz nobody ever listens to the broke nigga
Cuz when you broke, be considered as a joke nigga
If you a joke, you consider as a hoe nigga
And no nigga wanna live like livin' poke nigga
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Saw this white girl, I'm talkin' Christine
Young boy with dreams touching that big screen

Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16

Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16

meek mill15. niggas in paris

meek mill - niggas in paris

Ball so hard, muthaf-ckas wanna fine me
These niggas can't find me
Cause I'm probably in the air
Cuttin' through the clouds in a lear g-5in
Bitch nigga, we mobbin'
Rich nigga, we buyin', any bitch we wanna

And it go 'room when I hit that corner in a batmobile
Trap for real, bullets hit ya head
Make ya head go still
Niggas always ask why you rap so real
Cause I be in the trap sellin' crack pills?
Got them racks on I'll, money so sick
I don't give a fuck who you run and go get
Ross with a boat cause I wanna go fish

With his all yellow rolli got these niggas so pissed
Shittin' on these niggas where my toilet
Jordan's, you ain't never seen 'em cause I'm ballin'
Board as shit, I spent be so retarded
Cause I don't even write
I'm just recording
Got an ap, rolex, cartier to the hublot

I ain't even have to hit the bank
I bought this shit from a few shows
With a new hoe in my view so
Beautiful, I see a few hoes
Anchorman, that forecast
I say it's coming and they move the snow
Ha, got a young bitch look like nicki tho (nicki tho)

I said could ya keep a secret just like vicki tho
I let her sip ciroc and hit the sticky tho
Told her she can kiss my neck but
Just don't give me no hickies ho
Cause my baby momma be trippin'
All these ones I be whippin'
All this paper I be gettin'
I be dunkin on 'em: Blake griffin

Nigga, I got now, you got no!
No w's for the loser's tho
All this ice like jewelry show
Riding so slow like a funeral
Look at my neck, take a look at my wrist
Look at my pockets, take a look at my bitch
Let me take 'em way back
Finna like '86, all eyes on me
When I step up in the club
I feelin' like rich
Porter that is, I slaughter that bitch

Don't touch that work, I order that shit
I wouldn't give a damn, what corner that is
If they cop that work, I goin' at that bitch
With' a whole sack, no rap, weed, pills, dope, crack
Droppin' right on 'em like hold that

Feds takin' pictures like kodak
Tappin' my phone, watching my home
They watchin' me and I'm watching the throne?
See suckin' me and I'm watching the dome
Perc in my system and I'm in the zone, yeah, I'm gettin' gone
Phantom, ghost, like 'em, chase 'em, pacman
All this money on my mind, you see it on my catscan, nigga

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