meek mill - me (fwm) lyrics
[intro: meek mill]
f_ckin’ with me, n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with me (n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’—)
n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with me, you n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with me (woah, woah)
woah, woah (woah, woah)
woah, woah, woah, woah
drop (yeah)
[verse 1: meek mill]
flew her out on the first flight
got that p_ssy the first night
n_ggas say it’s war, then it’s on sight, gang, gang (brrt)
walk in this b_tch with all this ice
i could’ve came through in a ‘rari but hit the hood on my dirt bike, yeah (man)
countin’ these bands up, been f_ckin’ my hands up (f_ck it up)
i was in paris, i pay for the drill, hit your mans up (brrt)
big glock 40 on the hipline, hold my pants up (hold it up)
she was confused, like, “how you the g.o.a.t. in a lamb’ truck? (she like, “what?”)
f_ckin’ this tall b_tch from the back, say, “stand up” (woo)
then put your motherf_ckin’ face down, ass up
n_gga been rich too long for makin’ these songs, my n_gga, it’s past luck
f_ckin’ this b_tch too long, she offered a threesome and i just passed up
she wanna go in the ‘rari (too small)
i wanna rip in the wraith (let’s go)
i wanna look at thе stars (stars), like i was hittin’ in sp_ce (yeah)
n_gga, how you gеt back home? (how he get back?)
take a look at his case (check him out)
said her period’s on (what happened?)
i put it on her face
[chorus: meek mill & a$ap ferg]
n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with me, you n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with me (yeah, yeah, harlem)
n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with me, n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with me (meek mill, what up?)
twenty bad b_tches goin’ up with the gang, they f_ckin’ for free (ooh_ooh)
you call her phone, i call her phone, she comin’ to me (yeah)
[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
got a boss b_tch, dominican
slim with the buns, cinnamon
friend got the cake like entenmann’s
east coast b_tch in timberlands (yeah)
dip with the set like k!lla cam
hop on a jet and we get a tan
like mortal kombat when she throw it back, her friends like, “finish him” (right)
run up, gon’ flex, huh
it look like i’m looting in my closet, with the baguettes, huh
i just hit will up with a deposit (yeah), fill up my neck, huh
lookin’ like light bugs sittin’ on my collar (right)
we been stressed, huh, pull up with a mink, look like i am chewbacca
blocka_blocka, turned to shottas if them coppers try to pop us (ferg)
then go sit at john and vinny’s, have some pasta with some mobsters (yeah)
swervin’ through philly, i’m hangin’ with billies and n0body really can stop us (woo)
bia, bia, we throw dollars, got your bia p_ssy poppin’ like
bia, bia, why you actin’ like a ho? like a ho
bia, bia, why you actin’ like a ho? like a ho
bia, bia, get yo’ eyes up off my dough, off my dough
bia, bia, get yo’ eyes up off my dough, off my dough (that’s right)
[chorus: meek mill]
n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with me, you n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with me (n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’—)
n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with me, n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with me (they can’t touch us)
twenty bad b_tches goin’ up with the gang, they f_ckin’ for free (f_ckin’ for free)
you call her phone, i call her phone, she comin’ to me
bia, bia
[outro: meek mill]
f_ckin’ this bad b_tch from the projects, her name tia
head was good, the best on earth like russ and bia
n_gga asked me did i see her, but i ain’t see her
but i did, ’cause she was tucked in the fahina
spanish b_tches goin’ up like la marina
she a hot girl and i’m hot too, jalapeño
we sell work and she wan’ work ’cause she a pinger
we gon’ serve that lil’ b_tch
(gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
(gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
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