Meek Mill - Sharing Locations (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
Search, synchronize, and download lyrics in LRC and SRT formats for YouTube music videos by videoID or Title.
You can preview or test subtitles before downloading them.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
(optional) Use the buttons below or the keyboard shortcuts "G" or "H" to adjust subtitle synchronization before downloading.
The available subtitles for the media will be listed below.
When available, click to load or test subtitles from the list below.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
Meek Mill - Sharing Locations (en) Lyrics
I got a little bitch from the hood
I call her, "Gang," she don't
play with that bae shit
I be fuckin' this NBA nigga bitch
'Cause she know I ain't
ever gon' say shit
New contract big like I play ball
Lil' boy, I ain't nothin' to play with
I told her, "Pull up,"
she told me she can't
Her nigga be sharin' location
Yeah, I was ridin' in the
Ghost with the ghost gun
Seen you out with your
kids so you owe one
And my man in the can while
you takin' out the trash
He pop with the MAC like, "Don't run"
Gave her a pill, they all get high,
you ever had a foursome?
It's too much cash for me to hide,
I had to give lil' bro some
I fuck her raw from time to time,
I don't show no emotion
But when he died, he had them racks,
he had to make a GoFund
I hang with the hitters who train
the killers who send all
the niggas on store runs
I got me a check and I bought
me a 'Cat, and I went on
the block and did donuts
I hang with all the murderers
I'm payin' all the lawyers
for the murderers
I'm puttin' all my dice
on the murderers
You don't wanna see me with
the murderers, murderers
Yeah, Rolls Royce, swervin',
famous bitch curvin'
Seen you out in traffic,
you was lookin' nervous
Ran it up on accident, they
thought it was on purpose
I know, for a fact, I'm blastin',
man, I never get too worried
Hunnid racks in hunnids, stick like
cursive, I been sellin' verses
One time I lied inside my song, I
ain't gonna buy her no Birkin
Homicide on my mind when I slide,
I ain't tryna see no hearses
He ain't even die by the gun, took
a fake pill, nigga died off Percs
Shorty look perfect (Perfect)
Pussy was worth it, go
get her some purses
My diamonds be hittin'
like we in a Versuz
We stickin' together, this
shit in a cursive
I'm fuckin' with Durkio
I just left the jeweler with Baby,
bought two anniversaries
Go to Atlanta to Copper
Cove me (Brother)
Bad lil' bitches all over me
Way too ranked up, ain't
no exposin' me (No way)
She wanna go to the mall
(Let's get it)
Got up and went to the pop-up in Louis
in SoHo and ordered it all
I'm in this bitch with The
Voice and The Hero
These niggas is weirdos, ain't
goin' this hard (No way)
I'm from the P, that's gang
All these niggas know
me, I hang with...
Murderers
Please support me on PATREON Thank you!