Versuri Meek Mill – Intro lyrics
Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(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)
Yeah
Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)
Bombin’ on any of them n*ggas that want the smoke (Woo)
n*gga this a big boy Phantom this ain’t a Ghost (It ain’t)
Had to take the way from them n*ggas and now they toast (f*ck ’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 n*ggas (All my n*ggas) all my friends (Yeah)
In the trenches warring with killas we been getting it in
32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)
n*ggas wanna hit me like I’m 2Pac (Yeah)
Bad b*tch f*ck 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 b*tch a bunch of killers and humble trappers
I can go to Hollywood to court in this jungle action
With n*ggas that’ll smoke you go and murder your brother after
Whoa big dog n*gga 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 f*ck a b*tch raw whoa
Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)
Being irritated ’cause you gotta count a million
All this f*cking 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 n*gga I f*ck with you we gon’ thug it out
Say it’s beef? We going to war n*gga let’s slug it out
Big Bad Wolf we at your door blood in your f*cking house
I heard your daddy was a rat so you a f*cking mouse n*gga
Pouring champagne ’cause all my n*ggas dead
If they ain’t in the graveyard then they in the feds
I give a f*ck 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 f*ck my b*tch n*gga I salute ya (Salute)
I be flying jet and chopper like that shit was Uber
We finally made it out them trenches n*gga 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 f*ck you turn a bando to a glass house?
How the f*ck you get a two to four and bail out?
Got your favorite Instagram b*tch 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 f*ckin’ 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 n*gga still f*cking all the baddest b*tches 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 p*ssy no twerk oh
n*gga we trying to make that money machine break (‘Chine break)
Shoot up out that van like it’s teammate (Teammate)
n*gga 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 n*gga I ain’t selling powder now way
Big bag talking Santa Claus versuri.us
Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping p*nties off
Flying private to Dubai we off the Xanny bars
Ooh scary hours turn the cameras off please
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