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meek mill – blue notes 2 lyrics

[intro: meek mill]
yo, nick papz, make it slap
yeah
you gotta turn me up in the headphones some more, a little bit more
turn me up cruiz
so many motherf+cking hundreds you gotta make a part two

[verse 1: meek mill & lil uzi vert]
i’m not in competition with my homies
i’m whippin’ the competition and the rollie
i know my opposition never knew me
they wouldn’t be opposition if they know me
i make the proportion to my hitters
i told them to knock me down if you owe me
i just been slidin’ ’round, hittin’ them, get ’em
we movin’ with glock, pounds and the .40s
them n+ggas got shot down, we was whorin’
my homie a opp now, so we on him
i was like sixteen with the mac on me
deep in the field like it’s pop warner
where did the sh+t scene n+ggas cracked on me
when it got real, tried to slide on him
i made some m’s, split the guys on ’em
we keepin’ it real, n+ggas not
and my homie a savage, i put in a casket
and i’m mad at him ’cause he died on us
just left his funeral and i told his momma
every time that she cry, we gon’ slide on ’em
i look you n+ggas right dead in the eyes
and i ain’t surprised you ain’t ridin’ for us
how would you feel if you bust some mills with some n+ggas
and they switch side on you? how would you feel?
when you so lit that you can’t tell if the law real
if i can’t tell you nothin’, i’ll tell you how thug feel
and you ain’t rich n+gga, your stash gon’ pay my drug bill
p+ssy
n+gga, this expensive pain, pullin’ expensive range
[bridge: lil uzi vert]
now i got expensive chain
he got drug money (yeah), that’s expensive game (yeah)
i got expensive shooter (yeah), he got expensive aim (yeah)
you know it’s lil uzi, that’s an expensive name (yeah)

[verse 2: meek mill]
i’m goin hard and my back to the wall
i was like derek, just pumpin’ and fakin’
there’s no way they matchin’ me off
who really gon’ stick me and we gettin’ busy
and we rappers when we ball
i won’t even brag this, i go triple platinum
and they said that was an award, eh
i switch my rollie up to a richard millie
in the trenches with some young n+gga
tryna tell him how this rich sh+t really feel
you ain’t never been in the field with them late nights
off benadryl with them great whites locked in a cell
like shawshank, no redemption
i was richest n+gga in the prison
i was strappin’ up when n+ggas weren’t ridin’
i was the richest n+gga on a mission
i was motivated, i watchin’ moves
yeah, the brokest n+gga in the kitchen
i was chasin’ million when they said i couldn’t
i was hard headed, i ain’t listen
got a dad that never did
now we all made it out the trenches, yeah
all of my money is new
all of my money is blue, riddle me this
i supposed to go get money, and keep doin’ favors and give all my money to who?
you keep tellin’ me n+ggas keep tellin’ you what?
why they be runnin’ to you?
why every time n+ggas talk about me and it’s bad
they keep comin’ to you?
[interlude: meek mill]
i never got that part
n+gga, know you my man
but every time you wanna talk bad ’bout me
they come to you and you come to me like lil’ hoe ass n+gga
i’ll slap the sh+t out you, f+ck it
woo

[verse 3: meek mill]
hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
my homie a opp, but he know how i rock
so you know that i’m ready, however he comin’
we done went up on these n+ggas like seventy+nothin’
they talkin’ ’bout body, we talkin’ ’bout millions
we talkin’ bout money, they talkin’ ’bout k!llin’
i gotta go to the bathroom soon as i walk in the building
you know how i’m livin
walkin’, i’m tuckin’ and passin’ the glizzy
don’t look how i [?], you know i ain’t slippin’
come to your trenches, its me and every one of my savage n+ggas, you know i ain’t trippin’
and i can’t get extorted, i’m ballin’ like jordan
we slidin with twenty, we totin’ and pimpin’
it’s f+ck what n+ggas think
i just be laughin’ to the bank

[verse 4: lil uzi vert]
i done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist and this b+tch it like hillary
i was just in the kitchen whippin’ hannah montana like my name was billy ray
and i bet that i have me a hunnid million dollars on these n+ggas ‘fore i be twenty+eight
love her back, when b+tches wasn’t lovein’ me
twenty+thousand at best, she ain’t dumpin’ me
i’m on point ain’t no b+tch out here runnin’ me
lamborghini, the same color bumblebee
pull up cullinan, same color, b+tter seats
in the game, ain’t no young n+gga touchin’ me
yeah, she know that i’m the sh+t and she know that i’m rich
every time that we f+ck, she yell “nut in me” (aye, lil uzi)

- meek mill lyrics

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