Letra de Intro - Meek Mill

*Letra:

Intro - Meek Mill*

Yeah

We in the championship

We was down 3-1

Yeah

(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)

Philly

Champions of the United States (Oh lord)

(And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life)

Yeah

Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)

Bombin' on any of them niggas that want the smoke (Woo)

Nigga, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost (It ain't)

Had to take the way from them niggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)

They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke

Amen, amen

Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me) for all my sins (All my sins)

Took so many riches just to get a Benz (Get a Benz)

Pray for my niggas (All my niggas), all my friends (Yeah)

In the trenches, warring with killas, we been getting it in

32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)

Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)

Bad bitch fuck me in my Gucci tube socks (Yeah)

'Member when I spent my re-up on a oowop, woah

Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper

Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of killers and humble trappers

I can't go to Hollywood, to cool in this jungle action

With niggas that'll smoke you go and murder your brother after

Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog

Streets said they need that dope, they having withdrawals

I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off

I'm so rich that I can't even fuck a bitch raw, whoa

Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)

Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million

All this fucking money, I ain't got no time for chilling

We took risks to look like this, through all that killin' and drug dealin'

You my nigga, I fuck with you, we gon' thug it out

Say it's beef? We going to war, nigga, let's slug it out

Big Bad Wolf, we at your door, blood in your fucking house

I heard your daddy was a rat, so you a fucking mouse, nigga

Pouring champagne 'cause all my niggas dead

If they ain't in the graveyard, then they in the feds

I give a fuck if that crown heavy, put it on my head

Take it to the jeweler, bust it down before I wear it (Yeah)

Whew, 'cause I'm a king just like Martin Luther (Martin Luther)

I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch, nigga, I salute ya (Salute)

I be flying jet and chopper like that shit was Uber

We finally made it out them trenches nigga, hallelujah, whoa

Balling like a hot boy

Diamonds dancing on me more than JB Blocboy

I'm a boss, I'm the one that call the shots, boy (Shots)

You a thottie, I won't cuff you like a cop whore, no way (Like a cop)

Ooh, I just cashed out

How the fuck you turn a bando to a glass house?

How the fuck you get a two to four and bail out?

Got your favorite Instagram bitch with her ass out, hey

Make her touch her toes, make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)

Run up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)

Trappin' at the Waldorf, we just fuckin' hoes

And they lovin' that Chanel, they gon' sell they souls (Yeah)

Running through the gutter, I ain't never bowl (Running)

You would think this Wheel Of Fortune, how we selling O's (Yeah)

Plug just called, he got another load

He know I'ma get them sold

Leaning off that perc'

Young nigga still fucking all the baddest bitches on earth

When I'm off in them trenches, I'm a hot boy like Turk

Gun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work

You get popped pussy, no twerk, oh

Nigga, we trying to make that money machine break ('Chine break)

Shootin' up out that van like it's Team-A (Team-A)

Nigga, we used to trap here by the green gate (Gate)

80s baby, they cooked crack up in my DNA (Oh)

Ooh, scary hours

Walk inside of LIV, they gon' let confetti shower

You knew what it was when they let me out it

Living like the plug, nigga, I ain't selling powder, no way

Big bag, talking Santa Claus

Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off

Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars

Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please

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