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Meek Mill – We Ball (feat. Young Thug)




[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah!
RIP Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherfuckin’ fuck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its gon’ cost ’em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clearport ballin’
I just want to see my niggas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
Cause this the type of money’ll get your lined up

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout it
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model
I hope the Lord got us

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m going through stuff
I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayy

[Outro: Young Thug]
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it wasn’t that bad (fuck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back
Fuck it, we ball
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayy




We ball – Meek Mill feat. Young Thug lyrics




Lyrics Meek Mill – We ball

When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherf*ckin’ f*ck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its gon’ cost ’em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clearport ballin’
I just want to see my niggas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
Cause this the type of money’ll get your lined up.(we ball)

And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout it
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model
I hope the Lord got us.

When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
Kicking sh*t with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m going through stuff
I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers versuri-lyrics.info
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayyy.

F*ck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
F*ck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it wasn’t that bad (f*ck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back
F*ck it, we ball
Yeah, f*ck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
F*ck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayyy.
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Meek Mill – Make It Work (Priorities 5 Album) letras

October 20, 2016

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[Intro: Meek Mill]
I used to want all that shit, now I got it
I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga
Oh!

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back
I started trappin’, no hands, tried to get me a pack
I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack
You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin’ you whacked
I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin’ that crack
Sellin’ that dope, I went through hell bein’ broke
A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four
And he ain’t heard from me since and now he smellin’ the smoke
You fuckboy! Fuckboy!
Niggas hatin’, I’m like what the fuck for?
I’m in the 6, I’m ridin’ with a plus 4
She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Verse 2: Wale]
Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas
Keep changin’ on you like late winter
Springin’ on you for a hoe or somethin’
My coat season and game different
Self made, self made nigga
Well dressed, well paid nigga
I daredevil err’day, nigga
Like Hell’s Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord!
Tell them niggas I’ma need a minute
Undefeated, young sneaker nigga
Hundred deep, you never see a nigga
Hennessy in moderation
But my niggas drinkin’ like them Black Ink niggas
Hah, Dutch Ceaser nigga
Meanin’ I cut and leaf a nigga
Get it? That’s leavin’, nigga
Scissors, clippers, please forgive me
Real nigga, hoes around me
Take bitches, repeat offender
Ho, ho, please don’t let me
No, no, Easter pinkin’
I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis
So they can all go back to just sleepin’ on me

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Niggas lookin’ at me when I step into the party
It’s the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin’ Don Dada
All my niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly
Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money
Catchin’ feelings when I pull up in it…. rrrk!
Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin’ spinach
Now follow me, Balenciagas like they’re Nikes, nigga
Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga
Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog
Parkin’ lot, chicken wings, then we skatin’ off
Still headbussin’ bitches, now I break you off
And if a nigga step to me, I’ll break the law
Now follow me, front your boy and I’ma make you work
If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk
Nigga, ridin’ through the city, I remain alert
Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I used to want a quarter bird ’til I got me a brick
I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz
I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick
You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin’ that shit
Like oh Lord, oh Lord!
She ridin’ waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it