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Meek Mill Flexin On Em Lyrics

Meek Mill Flexin On Em Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stuntin’ all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it’s time to get paper
Glock 10 with that laser, fuck around meet yo maker
Everyone got me pissin’, fuck around with them papers
So I can’t smoke no kush, I can’t smoke no kush
But I ran through them hoes, and I ain’t talk ’bout Reggie Bush
I say y’all fuck niggas so fold, hoes ain’t never gon’ look
In the kitchen with that pyrex and a 9 piece, let me cook
Now hold up, I went and bought a Phantom cause I wanted to
And now I drive the same one some stunnas do
Real nigga, 100 proof
I’mma need a 100M’s to make me comfortable

[Hook]
Stuntin’ all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it’s time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches

[Verse 2]
All I know is just flex, shittin’ on my ex
Bad hoes on my team, d!ck ’em down like Next
I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell no jet
Waves on 360, make that p-ssy get so wet
She say I’m cocky, I say that’s not me
She call me papi and I say ven aqui
Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche box like Ali
My sneaks they bally, in my hood I’m prolly just rollin ’round in that ghost
Watching out for them folks
Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work
I say my shooters like Dirk, 10 racks and you murk
I put that on yo head nigga, first week and you dead nigga
I bottle pop, I model pop
Pull up on them bikes, let the throttle pop
Niggas know I’m nice, and I got a lot
Like fuck yo corner, I bought a block

[Hook]
Stuntin’ all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it’s time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches

[Verse 3]
I don’t chase no bitches, I just chase my dream
We ridin ’round so dirty in this whip that’s so clean
My old head she 30 but that dick suck so mean
And that p-ssy just so good for that pipe she my fein
On that pint I just lean, perk got me bent
If you ain’t talking ’bout money, you ain’t got no sense
Smell it on my clothes, work got that scent
In that kitchen with them birds, ’bout to serve up that’s din’
Hold up ! OZ’s and whole keys
Straight white and no trees
Great white and OZ’s and they might just OD
I stay tight with OG’s
They know I’m real nigga
Pocket full of them racks
And my bank account Meek Mill nigga

[Hook]
Stuntin’ all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it’s time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches

Meek Mill Flexin On Em Lyrics

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Meek Mill Lyrics The Motto Freestyle

Meek Mill The Motto Freestyle Lyrics

Yeah Drizzy wassup

[Verse 1 : Meek Mill]
Bottle after bottle, model after model
Spending all this paper like I f-cking hit the lotto
All I know is YOLO, nigga, that’s the motto
Ricky told me, “Get em,” and I told him that I got ’em
And I got ’em every day, every day
Bad b!tch and she gon f-ck me every way, never stay
Once I hit it, then I’m dipping that-a-way, that-a-way
Young nigga from the bottom and I never had a way
I really went from whipping 62’s to whipping 62’s
Ain’t none of my niggas Crip, and we giving niggas the blues
We buying they hoes bags, getting they b!tches shoes
You wondering why she ain’t f-cking, we winning, nigga you lose
Yeah, I’m flexing
I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my necklace
And all my diamonds clear, they VVS’ing
I turn into a toilet on these niggas, they BS-ing
Two fingers, did it on ’em
Hold up, I really shitted on ’em
I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a milli on ’em
It don’t matter what city I’m in, I’m going Philly in ’em
With my red P hat, nigga you know we back
I’m going to Houston, I heard that’s where they cheap at
I done put them Percs down, think I’m ’bout to relapse
Just to give her dope d!ck and ask her for some feedback
Like “Shorty, do you love this d!ck?
You know who you f-cking with?”
Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like you f-cking b!tch
Don’t I talk nasty, she don’t know my government
But she gon’ get this d!ck and chew me up just like some Double Mint
Check me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
Bad b!tches waving at me, real niggas salute
I ain’t gotta lie, they know I’m the truth
And I ain’t gotta say I’m fly, this G5 with the crew
I’m in the air b!tch, diamonds clear b!tch
Took off my Rollie and got on some Audemeer shit
I hear these haters talking, but I don’t hear shit
‘Cause we get them bricks and stack them up just like a pyramid

Y’all niggas talk like b!tches do
Same niggas in the district giving interviews
I got killers on my team that’ll get at you
For a brick or two, really put an end to you

[Verse 2: Wale]
(?)
Black (?), sag jean sitting – low
Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show
Youngin is 21, we playing (?)
Probably f-ck up your budget, yea, I’m playing with numbers
Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer
Liquor, lot of bottles, tab – you know I got it
Spend a night up at Diamonds, ain’t tricking it you got it
Designer shit, though I’m modest, astonishing to be honest
Obama shit on my arm, a presidential, you got it?
Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them
Niggas who work too hard to not show it off via flossing
Double M G harder than anything that you part of
This professional ball, the best you niggas is (?)
Yea I’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit
‘Fore he hit the room, hear a “Vroom!” from the Porsche b!tch
“On that Yamaha, pardon me, that’s Meek and them”
She say she is not a groupie, “I just wanna speak to them!”
You lying though, you trying to go
Apply smoke and watch the motherf-cking pride go
These little b!tches is little b!tches, we never love ’em
To all the sisters with ambition, I see your hustle
I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though
Stepping on ’em, they slept on us, (?)
Whoever want it, they better note that I’m so focused
A message to my opponent: they better off trying to clone us
Keep her in Chanel while your b!tch is like an L
When she out, you (?), all she need is like an L
That’s why I never trust a ho, no never me
I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore I leave
F-ck a beef, keep it moving, she easily influenced
You niggas keep sleeping, you gon’ need to meet (Cuba?)
I can’t stand no motherf-cking Hoover
I’ma keep the reefer, you can have the hookah
Versace, Medusa, I probably, abuse it
Around me, my crew, your b!tch probably throw two up
Party with b!tches that throw parties too much
We skip right to f-cking, they call you that (?)
And what – deuce up
Out

Meek Mill The Motto Freestyle Lyrics

Meek Mill Lyrics Ima Boss Remix

Meek Mill I'm A Boss Remix Lyrics

(Ft. T.I., Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled)

[T.I.]
I’m ridin’ Dodge, I’m ridin’ by
On the westside which side am I?
Beemer 760i, Try me, let off 60 shots
Again we got the city hidin’
Poppin’ like it ‘posed to be
Hoes who not managing got no business standing close to me
So cold, a ferocious G,
You niggas aint as dope as me, mind you f-ckin’ business
Watch ya mouth when you approaching me
I f-ck with hoes who f-ck with hoes who pills and powder socially
I like em or love ’em though, cold heart emotionally
? where the ocean is
Ridin’ in a ghost again
Slap you with a lot of spit until she swallow all of it
Call the shots, run the shit
On some big money shit
Serious ’bout my hustle all these cowards on that funny shit
Rappin’ ’bout a bunch of shit
And you aint even done it yet
You the one they gunnin’ at
How I’m ‘posed to honor that?
You all talk dawg, flow and I ain’t having none of that
I’m big boss dawg floss all day, run it back

[Hook – Meek Mill]
B!tch, I’m a BOSS!
B!tch, I’m a BOSS!
I’ma boss, I’ma boss
I play the shots
I call the calls
We in this b!tch
It’s goin’ downn
Yeah, I’m the king
Now where my muf-cking crown?

[Swiss Beatz]
You a boss, You a boss
You don’t care what it cost
You just buy that muthaf-cka and you throw that shit on?
You keep poppin’ them tags
We just throw it in bags
And then we hit the f-cking block, we be dropping them rags

[Meek Mill]
Started with a dollar, turn it to an M
Used to ride Impala, turn it to a Benz
Niggas used hate me, turn into my friends
You should see how people treat you when that money coming in
Bad b!tches callin’ cause I’m ballin’
And these niggas hatin’ on me cause they starving and I’m parking Aston Martin’s where they walking
These niggas ain’t important, they informants really talking when the people get to honking
I’ma a boss, really, Nino or Al Pacino
Hundred racks on his Rollie, he light up like a casino
Niggas really be fraud, I’ma keep it a c-note
Got jewelers down in Miami
They throw it like Dan Marino

[Rick Ross]
Had a couple seizures, call it minor setbacks
Everybody praying for me, I respect that
Woke up in the hospital, where my checks at?
Then I put 8 chains where my necks at
Hopping in the Ghost I feel I’m dead set
Worth 40 M’s so respect that
I put all my jewels on just to bone ya chick
You know the boss well known for leaving bonuses
We making money, may it marinate
When the work clean, cut it like it’s carrot cake
D-boys love the way I narrate
I still whip it like it’s Anna Mae (HA HA)
Remember momma had a cavalier
Now she living like a Cleveland Cavalier
Better check the stats, we filling arena’s
And I got the gat’s, Gilbert Arena’s

[Hook – Meek Mill]
B!tch, I’m a BOSS!
B!tch, I’m a BOSS!
I’ma boss, I’ma boss
I play the shots
I call the calls
We in this b!tch
It’s goin’ downn
Yeah, I’m the king
Now where my muf-cking crown?

[Swizz Beatz]
You a boss, you a boss
75, 7 showers on her
Spend about 13 hours on it
757 with the showers on it
We spent about 13 hours on it

[Lil Wayne]
Look, I be probably on my skateboard, tryna learn a new trick
I just f-cked the avatar, now I got a blue d!ck
Money talks, bullshit walks if the shoe fit
You pushing up daisies, daffodils, tulips
I’m in my zone, I’m Angie Stoned
I point the pistol at you like a camera phone
I’m Young money, cash money, I’m not human
Boy, I’m tryna get money money like Mark Cuban
If she don’t respect me, she gon’ respect this d!ck
The World is an asshole and we the next big shit
Damn right I gang bang, tell ‘em blood up slime
F-ck, I had to say f-ck one time, get it?

[Birdman]
When I came up in this b!tch I was shining every summer
Cook the whole thing, the young nigga doing numbers
Tote two nines, iced out stuntin’
Candy on the ave, candy on the slab
Hundred G’s nigga, Cash Money millionaires
Hundred mill nigga, how we flipped it off the ave
Blood rich gang, you know we filled it nigga
The money do swing behind a killer nigga
Catch me uptown puttin’ it down
Moving all around, new fleets with my round
Touch another town, puttin’ it all down
Pop a hundred bottles b!tch, we wear the crown

[Hook – Meek Mill]
B!tch, I’m a BOSS!
B!tch, I’m a BOSS!
I’ma boss, I’ma boss
I play the shots
I call the calls
We in this b!tch
It’s goin’ downn
Yeah, I’m the king
Now where my muf-cking crown?

Meek Mill I’m A Boss Remix Lyrics

Meek Mill Lean Wit It Lyrics

Meek Mill Lean Wit It Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ugh, In the kitchen goin’ ham again
F-ckin’ with dem birds like Cam and dem
I’ll tell you what’s the word when the tan is in
We dem niggas on the curb with dem hammers and
Whole brick throw it on a triple beam
It get hectic we gon’ stretch it like a limousine
Ain’t no question if I touch it then it’s Mr.Clean
I be reppin in yo’ section me my nigga Keem
Ghost boys, in a ghost nigga
I burn bread I ain’t talkin’ toast nigga
Whole team of killers, I’m the coach nigga
Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes nigga
Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
I got some bad b!tches that’ll get it there
If you don’t wanna get it we gon’ send ’em there
If it’s heavy then Omelly comin’ in a Lear
Bricksquad, like Waka and dem
If its gucci like D.Howard get a block for dem
I don’t touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem
Meek Mill started wasn’t chopper we was poppin den

[Hook]
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon’ we gon’ pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon’ we gon’ pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

[Verse 2]
I made a million off a mixtape
Nigga get ya shit straight
I’m sellin that raw shit, you sellin that whip weight
Cookin’ up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache
When I pulled up to the club you should’ve seen ya b!tch face, Ughh!
Fifty cash in my pocket
Nigga, I got the stash in my pocket
I’m blowin money fast in my pocket
Said its lookin like I got Nicki ass in my pocket
Talkin’ Ass Ass Ass Ass, all I get is cash cash
Club lit my last tag, could’ve bought a fast Jag
The way these b!tches wavin’ at me, you would think a cab passed
Wondered why u hatin’ on me, nigga wit ‘cho mad ass
Rollie on me cost a whole brick
Killers with me ain’t go no pics
These groupie b!tches ain’t got no sense
So we make a movie on dem b!tches no script

[Hook]
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon’ we gon’ pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon’ we gon’ pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

[Verse 3]
Thirty-six treat it like a dirty b!tch
Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip
Call me anything don’t call me by my government
Cuz when I’m out ‘chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks
Half these niggas in my hood be on some tellin shit
We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon shit
If I ain’t rockin with the Smith its Parabellum shit
Papi bring ’em on the boat they know we sellin shit
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Posted Mac. 11 in the lot wit it
Seven fifty gettin’ busy wit a box in it
So when they pull us over they don’t find dem Glocks in it

[Hook]
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon’ we gon’ pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell em lean wit it, rock wit it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit it
Microwave or we gon’ we gon’ pop whip it
When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it, Ughh!

Meek Mill Lean Wit It Lyrics