lirik lagu meek mill – banned from tv
[verse 1: meek mill]
yessir!
aye look, i took my rap money and i went and bought some kilo(s)
4th quarter, tie game, and one for the free throw
letric bill audemar, lighting up like peeco
word to my homies locked, “free my n-gga reek” flow
we go, anywhere i wanna, it’s my ego
jewelry on and off, all i know is ball (ballin)
glock 4pound’ll put your brains on the wall
i’m trynna buy them hammers tip had, you n-ggas at the mall
let me tell you why they hatin’, cause they dead pot
aye weezy tell them n-ggas k!ll they self, head shot
fred flintstone ya b-tch, i make her f-ckin’ bed rock
so much ice up in my breitling made my f-cking band pop
eeny, meeny, miny, moe, pick a f-cking rapper out
and i bet they ain’t in to half that sh-t they say or rap about
i be really into that, flowing with my rachet out
every time i’m in the club, know we bring them ladders out (ladders)
don’t you hate a rapping n-gga screaming he ain’t gotta rap?
spitting all that bullsh-t you spiitin, (tsk) gotta trap
watching for them boys in the khakis and the alphabet
cause they don’t wanna see a young n-gga make it out the jack
out the hood, out for good, hating n-gga i been good
the coupe like the bat mobile, my b-tch playin robin hood
kobe told me “get ’em” and i told him that “i got ’em good”
you ain’t never been there b-tch, why you actin’ hollywood?
kerosene heater flow, swagger on a milli’n (swagger)
every time i’m on some sh-t they be like “you k!llin’ ’em”
he said i ain’t on that sh-t, black eyed peas “well will i am”
5 percent on everything so you don’t see what wheel i’m in
or you don’t see what b-tch i got
ice up in my wrist and watch
i’mma cloud hopper, prolly take me to the top
drama, take me to my glock so i can get strapper
and i be with that white boy, f-cking with that casper
laughter, cause i can play around and shout you n-ggas down
lawnmower with that semi, cut you n-ggas down, buck you n-ggas down
“who you be with??” talk about about me, when you see me it’s the remix!
i said i’m fly as f-ck, get that purple, light it up
think it’s sweet then try your luck. need a murder? hire us
shooters, they always on deck. just waitn’ to fire up
send them at you n-ggas, they gon’ listen like i’m wired up
tell that ho to get a grip, “b-tch go pick them pliers up”
catch me in an srt, coolin burn them tires up
we banging that flamerz 3, shut ’em down and light ’em up
i hear you n-ggas got that work, we call ya phone and line you up
cash rules everything around me, and near me
tell them hoes i don’t do singles, they can share me
i don’t wanna talk or do business if you scary
lil n-ggas shoulda never watched tom and jerry (rat!)
break a brick down, cop a whip, get my jewels up
pay a couple bills, lay low, and then a crew cut
catch me in the vip popping bottles with my tool tucked
hating -ss n-ggas make me sick, f-ck my mood up
swagger on a million, billion, trillion
somewhere on an island like gillagen
wrist wear, lookin’ like it’s made from jack & jill and ’em
whole band bust down, big rocks, k!llin em
my city i’m bigger than the mayor is
ask the streets, say i’m everything i say i’m is
i went to jail, came back like a.i. did
and put my city on the map real rap! (mr. philadelphia)
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