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Meek Mill
Meek Mill

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Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
Gm
Eb
I got some killers,
Gm
so don't push me
You see
J.B. on some mob shit
Wayne by your door, step hot in the bullshit
Eb
Gm
If it comes down to it,
ain't no thang but
To do it
Eb
Got a best store, got a gun that can real do
It
Gm
You niggas playin' with
real niggas' money
Get frontin', one day you is the plug
Eb
F
Next day, you in the dumpster
Gm
Couldn't keep it 100, you 32
The police got you on the leash
Nigga you a
Eb
F
Gm
B.O.S. that body work
Nigga we spraying
Ride with 3 k's and I ain't
talking bout the claim
Eb
F
Gm
This ain't no arcade nigga,
so quit playing
It's easy type me and my
Eb
niggas buffing
F
Gm
B.O.S. that body work, nigga we spraying
Ride with 3 k's and I ain't
talking bout the claim
Eb
F
Gm
This ain't no arcade nigga,
so quit playing
It's easy type me and my
niggas buffing
F
Gm
You don't know bout this life nigga,
earning all of these stripes nigga
Kilograms, peter pans,
pack holders on bikes nigga
Eb
F
Gm
Throwing bitches on flights nigga,
they ain't know that they dyke nigga
Till the money's out and the bottles pouring,
they in the mix that they like nigga
Eb
F
Gm
Rose gold on my wrist, it's
Rolex like devil's piss
This
Daytona
Illuminate,
y'all think I'm talking that devil shit
Eb
F
Gm
This 50 racks no bezel shit,
like blood diamonds, it's rebel shit
This more guns, this more bodies,
we call shots, they nobody
Eb
They fuck niggas,
F
Gm
they old prolly
Who fuckin' with me?
Nobody
When the guns drawn, they so sorry
Sprayin' niggas, now the
Eb
Lord got it
F
Gm
Pullin' south to
Faro, make your body jerk
Fuck with my money,
Eb
F
and I hit you with that body work
Gm
G.O.S. and
Bodywork, nigga we sprayin'
Drivin' three
K's and I ain't talkin' bout the claim
Eb
F
Gm
This ain't no arcade nigga,
so quit playin'
It's
E- type, me and my niggas puffin'
Eb
F
Gm
D.O.S. and bodywork, nigga,
we sprayin'
Ridin' with 3Ks and they ain't
talkin' bout the clan
Eb
F
Gm
This ain't no arcade, nigga, so play it
It's easy, top me at my niggas' club,
F
Gm
Eb
fam
F
Gm
Bad bitches on deck, nigga
Money pie, respect, nigga
Cop, cook, collect, nigga
You is never no threat, nigga
Eb
F
Everybody be rap this
Gm
And I catch niggas, I check niggas
These goons with me
don't spit no verses
It's just limo service,
they stretch niggas
Eb
F
Gm
Black man, I'm 2S, nigga
Couple birds on my neck, nigga
Every time I'm ho, see me like
Mee
Miller
You a mess, nigga
Eb
F
Gm
Two gats, no vest, nigga
Strapped up like I'm a cowboy
Stayin' tall like that y'all boy
I got a bad bitch, she 5'4
Eb
This gold
F
Gm
Rollie that's on my wrist
Leprechaun probably die for
Young boys, that's on my strip
I'll kill anything I say, ride on
Eb
Fuck!
F
Gm
Tough talk niggas,
call us if they outta work
Cause we lift and wake and we
Eb
don't do nobody work
F
Gm
G- O- S- N- B- O- D- Y
N***a we sprayin'
Ridin' with 3K's and I ain't
talkin' bout the claim
Eb
F
Gm
This ain't no arcade, n***a
So quit playin'
It's easy type,
me and my n***as buffed up
Eb
F
Gm
G- O- S- N- B- O- Y
N***a we sprayin'
Ridin' with 3K's and I ain't
talkin' bout the claim
Eb
F
Gm
This ain't no arcade, n***a
So quit playin'
It's easy type,
me and my n***as buffed up
Eb
Shout my lawyer,
Gm
all the craziest shit I ever did
Know we love that
KK sound, you know we not
Eb
backin' down
F
Gm
100 drum like hold that dope,
diamonds flash like
Kodak dope
Straight cash nigga, fuck that long,
Eb
7 digits on that phone
F
Gm
Money so long, smoke a whole zone
Gettin' blind money,
Eb
tryna put my cards on
F
Gm
Bitch, I'm on fire, got my jaw wide
Eb
Sex, money, murder, pity roll out
F
Gm
Body work, choppa work,
like a techno song
Twenty dollar show,
Eb
I just hope my n***a mash along
F
Gm
Money fast, diamonds flash,
like a high beat
Eb
Make it rain in this bitch, hurricane
F
Gm
G.O.S. that body work,
n***a we spraying
Drivin' three
K's and they ain't
talkin' bout the claim
Eb
F
This ain't no arcade,
Gm
n***a, so quit playin'
It's easy type,
Eb
me and my n****s puffin'
F
Gm
D.O.S. that bodywork, nigga,
we sprayin'
Ridin' with three kids and I
ain't talkin' back to claimin'
Eb
F
This ain't no arcade,
Gm
nigga, so quit playin'
It's easy, top me at my nigga's club, fam

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