meek mill phil collins
yeah
we in the championship
we was down
yeah
i can feel it coming in the air tonight
philly
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
verse
bombin’ on any of them niggas that want the smoke woo
nigga this a big boy phantom this ain’t a ghost it ain’t
had to take the way from them niggas and now they toast fuck ’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 niggas all my niggas all my friends yeah
in the trenches warring with killas we been getting it in
shots in my new glock yeah
niggas wanna hit me like i’m pac yeah
bad bitch fuck me in my gucci tube socks yeah
‘member when i spent my reup on a oowop woah
your favorite rapper a mumble rapper
walk up in this bitch a bunch of killers and humble trappers
i can’t go to hollywood to cool in this jungle action
with niggas that’ll smoke you go and murder your brother after
whoa big dog nigga 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 fuck a bitch raw whoa
do you know the feeling do you
being irritated ’cause you gotta count a million
all this fucking money i ain’t got no time for chilling
we took risks to look like this through all that killin’ and drug dealin’
you my nigga i fuck with you we gon’ thug it out
say it’s beef we going to war nigga let’s slug it out
big bad wolf we at your door blow down your fucking house
i heard your daddy was a rat so you a fucking mouse nigga
pouring champagne ’cause all my niggas dead
if they ain’t in the graveyard then they in the feds
i give a fuck 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 like martin luther martin luther
i ain’t a hater fuck my bitch nigga i salute ya salute
i be flying jet and chopper like that shit was uber
we finally made it out them trenches nigga 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 fuck you turn a bando to a glass house
how the fuck you get a twotofour and bailout
got your favorite instagram bitch 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 fuckin’ 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 nigga still fucking all the baddest bitches on earth
when i’m off in them trenches i’m a hot boy like turk
gunshot is itching in that glock boy that’s work
you get popped pussy no twerk oh
nigga we trying to make that money machine break ‘chine break
shootin’ up out that van like it’s teama teama
nigga we used to trap here by the green gate gate
80s baby they cooked crack up in my dna oh
ooh scary hours
walk inside of liv they gon’ let confetti shower
you knew what it was when you heard they let me out it
living like the plug nigga i ain’t selling powder no way
big bag talkin’ santa claus
got three hoes off that molly rippin’ panties off
flying private to dubai we off the xanny bars
ooh scary hours turn the cameras off please
Artist: Meek Mill
Year: 2018
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 415