Meek Mill - Intro (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Meek Mill - Intro (en) Lyrics
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Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
(I can feel it coming
in the air tonight)
Feel it
Champions of the United
States (Oh lord)
(And I've been waiting for this
moment for all my life)
Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)
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 way from them niggas
and now 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 riches 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 (Yeah)
Niggas wanna hit me like
I'm 2Pac (Yeah)
Bad bitch fuck me in my Gucci
tube socks (Yeah)
'Member when I spent my
re-up on a oowop, woah
Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper
Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of
killers and humble trappers
I can go to Hollywood, to court
in this jungle action
With niggas that'll smoke you go
and murder your brother after
Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog
Streets said they need that dope,
they having withdrawals
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
All this fucking money, I ain't
got no time for chilling
We too rich to look like this to 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 Bad Wolf, we at your door,
blood in your fucking house
I heard your daddy was a rat, so
you a fucking mouse, nigga
Pouring champagne 'cause
all my niggas dead
If they ain't in the graveyard,
then they in the feds
I give a fuck if that crown
heavy, put it on my head
Take it to the jeweler, bust it
down before I wear it (Yeah)
Whew, 'cause I'm a king just Martin
Luther (Martin Luther)
I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch,
nigga, I salute ya (Salute)
I be flying jet and chopper
like that shit was Uber
We finally made it out them trenches
nigga, hallelujah, whoa
Balling like a hot boy
Diamonds dancing on me
more than JB Blocboy
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, no way (Like a cop)
Ooh, I just cashed out
How the fuck you turn a bando
to a glass house?
How the fuck you get a two
to four and 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)
Run up like a milli' off a
couple shows (Run it up)
Trappin' at the Waldorf,
we just fuckin' hoes
And they lovin' that Chanel, they
gon' sell they souls (Yeah)
Running through the gutter, I
ain't never bowl (Running)
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 them sold
Leaning off that perc'
Young nigga still fucking all
the baddest bitches on earth
When I'm off in them trenches,
I'm a hot boy like Turk
Gun shot is itching in that
Glock boy, that's work
You get popped pussy, no twerk, oh
Nigga, we trying to make that money
machine break ('Chine break)
Shoot up out that van like
it's teammate (Teammate)
Nigga, we used to trap up out
that green gate (Gate)
80s baby, they cooked crack
up in my DNA (Oh)
Ooh, scary hours
Walk outside the lear, they
gon' let confetti shower
You knew what it was when
they let me out it
Living like the plug, nigga, I
ain't selling powder, now way
Big bag, talking Santa Claus
Got 3 hoes off that molly
ripping panties off
Flying private to Dubai,
we off the Xanny bars
Ooh, scary hours, turn the
cameras off, please
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