Showing posts with label Meek Mill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meek Mill. Show all posts

MEEK MILL feat. Drake & Jeremih - Amen Lyrics

[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 MILL feat. Drake & Jeremih - Amen Lyrics


Meek Mill – I’m Rollin Lyrics

ok, i walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherfucker
pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on them
and bitches i ain’t got no love for them
just a bunch of swagger and a lil bit of drugs for them
hey hater you can pull the plug on them
cause my neck be like nothing’s like a … on them
bling bling, pockets on tching tching
you wifing everything you come across, ring king
damn nigga, you on a ham nigga
i follow your bitch and kick her hard like she’s pam nigga
oh that’s your main hoe, what were you saying nigga?
she said she … that you weren’t in her plan nigga
pockets on bank roll, chain froze
nigga we don’t even fuck the same hoes
watching for the … and the plane close
cause i’m riding with a chopper in a range rove
i’m rolling, i’m rolling, i’m rolling, i’m rolling with my nigga top bar, i’m rolling
bitch i’m rolling, i’m rolling, i’m rolling, i’m rolling with this motherfucking … like a …

still i walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherfucker
walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherfucker
pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on them
and bitches i ain’t got no love for them

white girls, going wild, i murder that pussy now i’m on a trial
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so wet, i need 4 towels, she sucking dick like she got fore mouth
oho, got … and y’all niggas hating got 4 fouls
prolly … i prolly… and pull the seat on you niggas you a …
rats, … on the park, i be going ham nigga i don’t need a …
ball so hard nigga i don’t need a court
…label erythang nigga i don’t need a horse
i’m swagged out, maxed out,
bad bitch with me and her ass out
rack up, rack out, and every time i’m in the building i’ma cash out
i’m rolling, i’m rolling, i’m rolling, i’m rolling with my nigga top bar, i’m rolling
bitch i’m rolling, i’m rolling, i’m rolling, i’m rolling with this motherfucking … like a …

still i walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherfucker
walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherfucker
pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on them
and bitches i ain’t got no love for them

i got a bitch in the bay, i got a bitch in the a
i got a bitch down in phillie that do whatever i say
i got a bitch in new york, i got a bitch in …
i got a bitch down in houston she wanna fuck eryday
and i be rolling, she be rolling
she be fucking with the…really rolling

Meek Mill – I’m Rollin Lyrics

Meek Mill Feat. Rick Ross – Tupac Back Song Lyrics


[Rick Ross]
Tupac back, Tupac back
There’s all these bitches screaming that Tupac back
All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin’
Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby
But I’m stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes
They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back
There’s all these btiches screaming that Tupac back

[Meek Mill]
huh, Tupac back, I’m 2 glocks strapped
Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq
Soon as I hit the the hood they screaming who got wacked
It’s a recession on the work, I’m screaming who got crack
I’m sippin Hennessy, riding on my muthaf-cking enemies
Sliding in the back screamin MMG (Maybach Music)
10 bitches and they dime so it’s Tennessee

Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze
Presidential is gold, n-gga play with my money my Jeweller lifting his soul
40 kick like in soccer? Bullets hittin’ the goal
Bitch I’m like John Wall cause I just give em and go
Plotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling
Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen
Got a ? my cologne, all them snitches could hold em
Look at them muthaf-ckin’ wheels, them bitches is stolen
They screamin’…

[Hook]

[Meek Mill]
Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead
Catch the n-gga that did it, and we gon’ carry his head
F-ck 911, tell em have him in?
Talking Death Row records, tell em have me a chair
Let it burn, I’m screaming free my n-gga Earl?
He’s due in, no hestitation we can’t even get a turn
And my Mackaveli CD then I listened than I learned
Grabbed my Mac above the dresser, my OG’s say hold it firm
I’m dreaming spitting with Pac, cyphers with BIG
Try to send me upstate with the license ?
Had me scraping ym wax, sleeping, my knife in the bed
Got a n-gga on point like there’sa price on my head
I going max, got me knocking suckers and they back
In the cell, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap
But don’t ever get it twisted it’s Meek Mill spittin’ facts
PLus somebody said they seen it and they mean it so they steady screaming

[Hook]

Meek Mill Feat. Rick Ross – Tupac Back Song Lyrics

Kid Ink Feat. Los & Meek Mill – Feel It Lyrics


(Chorus)
Can you feel it?
You can turn me up
Can you feel it?
You can turn me up
So you can feel it
You can turn me up
I got this bottle on me
Shots on three
Can you feel it?

(Verse 1– Kid Ink)
Yea I could feel it on the way, never fray
In the building like, this is where I stay
My estate, put your drink in the air if you relate
Plenty fish in the sea, we throwing money like bait, uuuh
Now let me see you shake your body off tempo
Your body so cold and I could see all of the symptoms
If you come into my section, aint even gotta mention
It’s about a couple bitches, bragging switchers on my n-ggas and we
Getting it, you should come and feel this
Live the sweet/suite life, need a filling/feeling
Take a hit, inhale then release
Got a pocket full of trees, baby we aint gotta leave ‘till u

(Chorus)

Yea-3-2-1, put your bottle in the air for the 321
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?

(Verse 2 – Los)
Lets go baby
I told her, honey how it feel?
If I could I would marry you, But for now I just bury you
In 20 dollar bills, uhhhh
My watch be wnking at you, my link be blowing kisses
Yea bitch I’m blowing money, like Ink be blowing swishes
I’m swinging low on dishes, them guts all yellow
My paint sky blue, you could say my car mellow (CARMELO!)
I get your girl to get ghost bored, I go hard
If I post up on this, she’ll be sending you post cards
She love how f-cking a celebrity feel
I Roberto Cavali her body, Giseppi the heel
I’m definitely chill, we drop top in them Beverly Hills
And we be rolling rolling blowing strong
Going going going, gone

(Chorus)

(Verse 3- Meek Mill)
Uh uh
Hoe you don’t feel it when I guess you parapelegic
Should I son (sun) a n-gga, it feels like I’m playing with Phoenix
And I’m balling with my shot like I’m Gilbert Arenas
And I’m breaking birdies down, Serena and Venus
Go turn it up, set a nigga steady burn it up
Clothes stay hotter than furnish, they waiting on me like hurry up
Yea, I’m on the web like Charlie,
Don’t panic, don’t clutch, Glen Rice with the Hornets
She’s like real city nigga, I need me a Bugatti
t-t-taliking bout the game, in a pocket like polly
and all my niggas that he ride with, chrome
put that metal to your side like an iphone 4
and that’s when you

(Chorus)

Yea-3-2-1, put your bottle in the air for the 321
Can you feel it?