Lyrics Munch – Meek Mill ft. Kur
Yeah, like, I’m the baddest b**ch walkin’
Like, it’s nuancin’ me
He’s really villainese, goin’ every day
And it’s just like pain for everythin’, haha
I’ll call you right now, wait, hold on
Yeah
You thought I was feelin’ you b**ch, you easy to f**k
You know I’m from Philly, I’m greasy as f**k
Whatever I said, I was greasin’ you up
You thought I was feelin’ you
You leavin’ the what
That money I gave you weren’t even enough
That one in the lick, I’ll keep you up
I’ma really poppin’, let’s keep it a bean
I’m from Philly, say what do you mean
You tight, b**ch, I don’t wanna be seen
If we f**k, don’t bring out my name
I don’t even wear that s**t they wear
I come through Louis, A1, they clean
She f**ked him for somethin’ to get back
But I’m like, shh, ’cause he on the team
And she wonder why she unseen
Low-ass Glock with the clip, hangin’ out in the flashlight
It came with a beam, gotta see in the dark
Snake-ass n**gas try to slide
Y’all n**gas gon’ bleed, I’m playin’ my part
Pretty lil’ vibe, I ain’t even gotta give her no cheat
She take it back far, breathe, breathe
Do you know who we are
Pull up in the hood with a chopstick, .223s, they’ll go do a car
He got smoke with me, he know he better not go in no bars
‘Cause I get right in my back with this cash, real quick, stop goin’ too far
Blitz, my young n**ga don’t miss
She had fun with my homie, cool, she know we ain’t ever gon’ kiss
Finesse, it’s cool when they do it, I do it, they pissed
Impressed, I hit it two times and I wanted to flood out her wrist
Do what I want, I turn her my b**ch
Blue red Birkin, no blood, no Crip
Know I’m for certain, ain’t tellin’ on s**t
Just give me my time and send me my flicks
Come ’bout my s**t, give me a lawyer
Do my push-ups, come back, brick
I used to always tell my P.O.
You lock me up, I’ma come back rich
You pop at us, I’ma come back quick, spin, do it again
You and your friend or one that’s twin
Give it a kiss while I’m puttin’ it in
I had dropped this s**t, no reason
I’m on fire, I’m puttin’ it in
I’m at the top floor, Air Force season
G29 on my Glock .10, yeah
Gang
You thought I..
You thought I was feelin’ you
Nah
You thought you was runnin’ that s**t on me like that
Nah
You thought I was feelin’ you I was, but it wasn’t that much
You had got lucky when I hit your butt
Hotels in the ducky, did that for a month like
You thought I was feelin’ you I was just callin’ a lust
Your new n**ga, he ain’t important enough
If he ask, would you tell him I bored s**t and stuff
These h*es fake, let’s keep it a bean
Young Seven Nine, oh, I go by ..
.. when it’s out of jeans
I’m hearin’ the sweater, I’m watchin’ a game
I like it waxed and I need it clean
I made her look back out an hour, while she stream
Anythin’ goes, just say, Please
That’s what she told me while she on her knees
I’m from the road, I rep fourteen
You know my mode, collect more beans
It hurt they soul when I succeed
Hurt a lil’ more when I cop them keys
Made her suck dick, but I’m not gon’ eat
Sike, you know I’ma eat it
My face where you should be seated
Don’t take it easy, sluttin’ these h*es at the Four Seasons
I don’t take it easy
Been in this s**t for her diamonds, still talkin’ greasy
You best believe me
That show what her boyfriend did
But she tryna f**k me and suck me and please me
Snipin’ ’em down in Cs, let’s get it poppin’, like Breezy
She textin’ my phone, she textin’ my phone, like, Feed me
B**ches greedy
Gang
You thought I..
You thought I was feelin’…
➤ Written by Meek Mill, RIOTUSA & Kur
Album: Flamerz 5
Produced by RIOTUSA
Meek Mill | Kur | 2022
