meek mill – terrorists lyrics
[verse 1: lil’ wayne]
i’m so f-cking awesome – my marbles, i lost ‘em
i’m taking everything – everything but precaution
your b-tches wanna call us, and text us like austin
p-ssy make me hard, p-ssy n-ggas make me nauseous
i’ve been on my feet since the day i started walking
b-tch, i think i’m mc hammer, put the nail in the coffin
see c0ke in a drought, sell p-ssy at an auction
bullets got a n-gga runnin’ fast enough to race horses
‘round here, you sniff these lines, you don’t cross ‘em
k!ll your -ss and leave you behind, like an orphan
i swear it happens all the time, very often
still gettin’ baseball money, barry larkin
‘round here we play for keeps, yeah we eatin’ but we starvin’
i get me a little money, try to spread it like margarine
i’m flyer than a motherf-cker, all my flights chartered
green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer
i’m good
[verse 2: meek mill]
i say, i go in in my beast mode – rappin’ n-ggas i eat those
i tell a b-tch take a deep breath then bend her knees like a free throw
i don’t want me no good girl, i fell in love with these freak hoes
in my bedroom, i’ll make a movie, it’s starring me with that lee rose
i ball hard like d-rose, my stash on closet
racks in my pocket, these racks i deposit
got racks on my conscious, money on my mind
i’ve got shooters on my team, they’ve got bodies on their nines
look at that bad b-tch right there – see that body on that dime?
i ain’t swimming in no hoe, you know i’m probably on that grind
all these n-ggas hatin’ on me, me – but i ain’t on that time, time
i be in that back, n-gga, and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout swine
i’m talkin’ 62 west, they say a n-gga too fresh
you a rat, your homie singing, you should do a duet
shorty say she love my swag, i make that p-ssy too wet
you n-ggas banned, and my hoes, and i’m like “why’d they do that? ”
go!
[verse 3]
um, i don’t have a conscious – all my friends are monsters
they visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense
like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing
b-tch, deuce-deuce – i smoke that og k!ller, bobby johnson
i’ll ollie over that b-tch’s head, it’s hollygrove ’til i’m f-ckin’ dead
i did a bid for that toast, so f-ck with me, i’ll treat you like b-ttered bread
but i still go hard with no regard – earth day? sh-t, b-tch, go to mars
leave a n-gga dead in the gutter
i just beat him with a bl–dy–ss bowling ball
i’m fresh as hand sanitizer – don’t hate the game, just -n-lyze it
two xanax, i’m fantasizing about fat b-tches’ panty sizes
took a bullet to the chest? be a man about it
stop actin’ like a little b-tch, n-gga
most of y’all n-ggas is b-tch n-ggas
i got a tiger in the bas-m-nt, big tigger
my hair long and my d-ck big
my hair long and my d-ck big
my hair long and my d-ck big
my money long and my weed strong
i feed hunger, i no longer get my weed from fee
i pull that freedom off my waist, now watch me let freedom ring (ding)
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