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Bag talk – Meek Mill lyrics

Lyrics Meek Mill – Bag talk

I can hear it in your voice you wasn’t never in this s**t nigga
We still at war.
Young niggas totin’ Glocks
Sellin’ dope, poppin’ wheelies
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
We was grinding, they was hating
Perfect time to get this money, I was patient
We was Gucci, they was snaking
Only one to keep it real when they was faking
Ain’t a nigga ’round me I ain’t give a hundred bands to
Never .., Im not about them b*tches that we ran through
When you get the money like I got it the can’t stand you
f*ck ’em, we at war with the system, in the streets
Bulletproof I’m in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef
I can’t really trust these niggas ’bout this cash, and I can’t sleep
And my homie lined my other homie up, ’cause he a creep
Show no love for this p***y a*s nigga, it get deep
For the love of that Benji, we spillin’ blood in them streets
And I know why they hate me, it ain’t no love in these streets
He was hearing .., it was cheap
He was sellin us that .., .. Reebok
Damn, thought you was all here, found out that we not
.. for three blocks versuri-lyrics.info
Turn that boy to a freeze pop, shoot him into a ..
It’s a dog-eat-dog enviornment
Young niggas killing, all the old heads retiring
And the sound of that 30 start to sound inspiring
When you pull up on them, I start firing
Please don’t judge us, they done killed our brothers.
..
I went drop top Dawn on ’em, we do numbers
And when we get a chance to rain on ’em, we gon’ flood ’em
f*ck ’em, f*ck ’em.(bag talk)

I told ’em, I’mma pray for ’em
All that drama I feel like I’m made for
Catch a body, take it to the grave for me
And if they pop you off, you’ll never change on me, no
Bag talk, put a bag on her, …
..
Killed the niggas ..
Why you take it that far?
.. everybody, you gotta understand, dog
We the type to call the house and have a standoff
..

We ain’t never been loved, so we don’t know how it feel
That’s how you feel the fake s**t, they don’t know who was real
All my enemies, frenemies, I don’t know who to kill
I don’t know who gon’ keep it silent and know who gon’ squeal
I can’t tell no more
I don’t know who’s ..
‘Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that money
I seen niggas .., watch while I”m hungry
b*tches changed for the fame, you gotta watch when they phony
I don’t know where I’m going, I need navigation
They came and .. y’all niggas for they graduation
Spent some time on that .. still ain’t got no patience
Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation
Every time I’m in the hood, I be on some .. s**t
Stars all in the ceiling, feel like it’s a spaceship
In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we made it
They just killed my little cousin, wish I could’ve saved him
‘Member times out in Vegas when we did it major
Niggas turned they back on us, I feel like they played us
I feel like they try to use us, I can’t do no favors
Gotta watch these niggas close ’cause they been catchinnn.
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Bag Talk

Lyrics to ‘Bag Talk’ by Meek Mill:

–Intro: Meek Mill–
I can hear it in your voice you wasn’t never in this shit nigga
We still at war

–Verse 1: Meek Mill–
Young niggas totin’ Glocks
Sellin’ dope, poppin’ wheelies
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
We was grinding, they was hating
Perfect time to get this money, I was patient
We was Gucci, they was snaking
Only one to keep it real when they was faking
Ain’t a nigga ’round me I ain’t give a hundred bands to
Never [?], Im not about them bitches that we ran through
When you get the money like I got it the can’t stand you
Fuck ’em, we at war with the system, in the streets
Bulletproof I’m in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef
I can’t really trust these niggas ’bout this cash, and I can’t sleep
And my homie lined my other homie up, ’cause he a creep
Show no love for this pussy ass nigga, it get deep
For the love of that Benji, we spillin’ blood in them streets
And I know why they hate me, it ain’t no love in these streets
He was hearing [?], it was cheap
He was sellin us that [?], [?] Reebok
Damn, thought you was all here, found out that we not
[?] for three blocks
Turn that boy to a freeze pop, shoot him into a [?]
It’s a dog-eat-dog enviornment
Young niggas killing, all the old heads retiring
And the sound of that 30 start to sound inspiring
When you pull up on them, I start firing
Please don’t judge us, they done killed our brothers
[?]
I went drop top Dawn on ’em, we do numbers
And when we get a chance to rain on ’em, we gon’ flood ’em
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em

–Chorus–
I told ’em, I’mma pray for ’em
All that drama I feel like I’m made for
Catch a body, take it to the grave for me
And if they pop you off, you’ll never change on me, no
Bag talk, put a bag on her, [[?]
[?]
Killed the niggas [?]
Why you take it that far?
[?] everybody, you gotta understand, dog
We the type to call the house and have a standoff
[?]

–Verse 2–
We ain’t never been loved, so we don’t know how it feel
That’s how you feel the fake shit, they don’t know who was real
All my enemies, frenemies, I don’t know who to kill
I don’t know who gon’ keep it silent and know who gon’ squeal
I can’t tell no more
I don’t know who’s [?]
‘Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that money
I seen niggas [?], watch while I”m hungry
Bitches changed for the fame, you gotta watch when they phony
I don’t know where I’m going, I need navigation
They came and [?] y’all niggas for they graduation
Spent some time on that [?] still ain’t got no patience
Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation
Every time I’m in the hood, I be on some [?] shit
Stars all in the ceiling, feel like it’s a spaceship
In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we made it
They just killed my little cousin, wish I could’ve saved him
‘Member times out in Vegas when we did it major
Niggas turned they back on us, I feel like they played us
I feel like they try to use us, I can’t do no favors
Gotta watch these niggas close ’cause they been catchin [?]

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Meek Mill – Fa Sho (feat. T Dot) (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Hook: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I’ve been getting money on the low
Type of nigga buy a Birken for your hoe
Hundred thousand on me everywhere I go
Bought a Range just to drive it in the snow
Fuck you niggas talking shit is lit
Riding dirty got the chopper in the Bent
Got your baby momma trying to get a flick
Now nigga tell your baby momma fuck up off my dick
I’m just cooling with my young niggas
She in the VIP with all these drug dealers
Acting like she never fucked with you
And she told me that you a fuck nigga
When you popping like we popping my nigga ain’t no laying low
Mixing that Givenchy with Valentino camo
Fuck on the air mattress all in the bando
Dabbing like I’m Cam tho
Touchdown, yeah hoe

[Hook: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
And the streets know my name that’s fa sho, sho

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yea, mobbing at the clear port
Richard Milli all plain like the air port
Therefore I am flyer than an air force
Looking devilish I pull up in that red Porsch
Now we got your bitch up on the money train
I heard she fucking what’s his name and what’s his name
We only know your wifey by her Twitter name
I only pop the perc so I don’t feel the pain
Feel the pain, feel the pain, make them feel the flame
All these corny niggas winning I don’t know who to blame
But maybe its the internet, I’ve been busy counting money you should do the same
Every nigga round me got a body
Shorty with me trying to kick it like karate
In my DM acting thirsty word to Gotti
And it be going down when I pull up to the party

[Hook: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m still balling, money still calling
I’m on my eigth Rollie, niggas still talking
Flood the whole band, it look like real water
Ticket after ticket I feel like I’m will calling
Niggas hating on me I don’t feel for ’em
Cause my South Philly niggas kill at will for ’em
And my North Philly niggas do the drill for ’em
The lawyers paid nigga made me spend a mil on ’em, pussy!
Blow the motherfucking money on these niggas

[Hook: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho