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meek mill - blue notes (pt. 2) lyrics

yeah
you gotta turn me up in the headphones some more
a little bit more
just a teeny bit
turn me up cruz
it’s so many motherf+ckin’ hunnids
you gotta make a part two
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 made a proposition to my hitters
i told them to knock ’em down if you owe me
i just been slidin’ ’round, hittin’ buildings
we movin’ with glock, pounds and them .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 fiеld like it’s pop warner
weathеred 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 it
we keepin’ it real, n+ggas not
and my homie a savage, got put in a casket
and i’m mad at him ’cause he died on us
just left his viewing and i told his mom
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 ride for us
how would you feel if you bust a mil’ 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 love real
if i can’t tell you nothin’, i’ll tell you how a thug feel
and you ain’t rich n+gga, your stash can’t pay my drug bill
p+ssy
n+gga, this expensive pain
pullin’ an expensive range
neck 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 (yeah)
that’s an expensive name
i’m goin’ hard and my back to the wall
i was like jh, just pumpin’ and fakin’
there’s no way they matchin’ me off
who really gon’ stick me and we gettin’ busy
we seein’ rap when it’s bought?
i won’t even practice, i go triple platinum
and they sayin’ that was a wash, yeah
iced out my rollie, up to a richard mille
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 wasn’t ridin’
i was the richest n+gga on a mission
i was motivated, i watchin’ moves, yeah
i was the brokest n+gga in the kitchen
i was chasin’ a million when they said i couldn’t
i was hard headed, i ain’t listen
kinda glad that i 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’m supposed to go get the 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 ’bout me and it’s bad
they keep comin’ to you?
i never got that part
n+gga, know you my man
but every time you wanna talk bad about me
come to you and you come to me like a ho+ass n+gga
i should slap the sh+t out you
f+ck it
woo
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’ about bodies, we talkin’ about millions
we talkin’ about money, they talkin’ about k!llin’
i gotta go to the bathroom soon as i walk in the buildin’
you know how i’m livin’
walkin’, i’m tuckin’ and passin’ the glizzy
no look out, sissy, you know i ain’t slippin’
come to your trenches, just me and like one of my savages
n+gga, you know i ain’t trippin’
i can’t get extorted, i’m ballin’ like jordan
we slidin’ with torches, we totin’ and pimpin’
it’s f+ck what n+ggas think
i just be laughin’ to the bank
i done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist
and this b+tch hit 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 lovin’ me
twenty+thousand at best, she ain’t dubbin’ 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 i f+ck, she say, “nut in me”
(ayy, lil uzi)
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