Meek Mill

Meek Mill - Offended lyrics

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[Intro]

M-m-m-murda

Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah



[Hook: Young Thug]

Yeah, yeah

f**k is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me

I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me

I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry

God damn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me

I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me

f**k round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin'

I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceiling please

Oxycontin f**king up my kidneys

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

Molly, my cup look like bath salt

And I'm too high horsed for asphalt

Therefore I'm in clouds from day to dark

They say that I changed, it's the cash fault

Pay everybody like a cash card

I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR

The Rollie stainless, stainless

We young and rich and we dangerous

I'm at Piccadilly's with your misses nigga

And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga

Bend the money down like a Philly nigga

Make me catch you slipping then incrim nigga

The bulletproof can take a missile nigga

I got benji on me and he cripping nigga

I done wrapped the benji in the city ho

I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga

Put a swimming pool in the living room

How I'm living nigga, I ain't swimming nigga

Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga

Rock star lifestyle

Your hoe's going wild



[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Saint Laurent shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like BMF

Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang , only difference them bitches they VVS

I know these bitches gon' change, f**k on whoever, whenever they see a check

If you do not f**k with the gang don't act like you do when you see us, just keep it down

Swing through your block better not sweep it back

Land on your spot where your peoples at

Smoke you where ever we see you at

You don't want no problem so keep at that

'Fore you get your man murdered

Hitters in the van lurking

I put bread on the beef

Turn it to a hamburger

Put that paper on the scale nigga

Little homies talking big money

When the wars on you'll tell nigga

Put a bag on your man hitta

When them things hit 'em that's an L nigga

So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga

And that's all I'ma tell niggas in the zip



[Hook: Young Thug]

Yeah, yeah

f**k is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me

I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me

I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry

God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me

I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me

f**k round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin'

I usually don't bet but I don't want the ceiling please

Oxycontin f**king up my kidneys



[Verse 3: 21 Savage]

Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa

I ain't with that diss song shit, I been a shot a nigga, whoa

Hundred shotters with me, whoa

VVSs on me, whoa

VVSs on me, bling

Badaboom, badabing, 21

Mob shit send the hit shoot up your car shit

Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21

We put them drums in them carbons, 21

We pull up on rappers and spark 'em, 21

I might take your chain if it sparkle, facts

Street nigga really came from nothing

Strip a nigga like Caine cousin

Kill a nigga then you saying something

You was talking, nigga I was hustling

We was shooting, nigga you was ducking

You was texting, nigga I was f**king

I was betting nigga, you was bluffing

Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts)

Car foreign and my gun Russian

Sneak dissing get a concussion

21, 21, 21



[Hook: Young Thug]

Yeah, yeah

f**k is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me

I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me

I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry

God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me

I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me

f**k round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin'

I usually don't bet but I don't want the ceiling please

Oxycontin f**king up my kidneys
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