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On the Regular – Meek Mill

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga, we ain’t regular

[Verse 1]
I’m out LA for a week, I’m out here playin’ for keeps, yeah yeah
I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yeah yeah
I’m out here lookin’ like Meech
Flooded the Patek Philippe, yeah yeah
Boogers all up in the piece
We got the key to the streets, oh Lord
Remember they said I was done done
Fuck that they ain’t know I’m the one one
We get your chain and it’s one one
I tell my nigga I want one
I tell my nigga to get it back
He in the field ’bout to punt somethin’
I hit your main and your side piece
That’s on the low but I’m on one
Wait, wait, wait
Switch sides, niggas switch side
We ain’t never got to dick ride
More tickets than a fish fry
And the chopper had the big guy
Little nigga I’m the boss now
Came back on them game 7
Trap niggas got the ball now

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga, we ain’t regular

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[Verse 2]
Woah, woah, woah
Regular, regular, regular
I do not see no competitors
Hatin’ cause we got ahead of them
I’m getting money, etcetera
Bad bitches all on my schedule
Felony, felony, felony
I catch a case and it’s federal
Bikes out, summer time, aye
Mikes on number nine, yeah
Bad bitch, hella fine, woah
She don’t fuck, never mind, no
I’ma get at her another time
I’ma go scoop me a yellow dime
She go both ways like the yellow line
I’m fuckin’ her friends, she fuckin’ mine, oh shit
Still trippin’, ain’t no love for the other side
Rap beef turn to homicides
When we land on them and them hollows fly
Had a bag but you broke, nigga
You ain’t fuckin’ with me, bottom line
Out of sight, nigga, out of mind
And my Patek runnin’ out of time

[Hook]
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga, we ain’t regular

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Burn (Feat. Big Sean) – Meek Mill

Lirik lagu: Burn (Feat. Big Sean)

[Meek Mill]
MMG nigga, chain all VS
I ain’t with the BS
Catch me in the city riding hard through the BX
Skinny nigga, but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga that tried to do me wrong, uhm he checked
Right back to that money slinging Os in the Pjects
I’m prolly catching milage while the pilot steer the P-jet
Because we next and we flex like…

[Big Sean]
Like 90PX, working all night
No breaks or recess
Vroom, Vroom
Yeah, I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school
Can’t believe he graduated
I threw him 20 thousand dollars
Told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn’t made for that shit
But I could prolly hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissing, I pray to god that you see me
I’m on the yacht getting hella high, smoking good, that seaweed
Bad bitch and her chacha, grabbing on her chi chi’s
Million dollars bills on my email
You mad ass hell you ain’t CC’d
Chain all VS
Bitch you know its BS
Boy I run my city

[Meek Mill]
End of story, Nigga PS
All white maybach
Green Bay they pack
Y’all niggas was slackin
Remember the hard nights of me trappin
And they say life’s a game of chess
You can play checkers all on my jacket
Because it Donny Ya and rhymes away on all you pig rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that
Pen em ear and serve em back
Niggas say they want beef
Well well the fucks my burgers at
I got white, was serving that
I been to jail, Ain’t going back
I alley-ooped your bitch off that backboard
She throw it back
I slammed dunk in that pussy
Blake Griffin’d your hoe nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That’s cause I do hoe
Shout out to my new hoe
That pussy pink like Nuvo
And I dogged that, Khujo

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[Big Sean]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn

[Big Sean]
Bitch, I had one shot and ain’t blow it
Ridin’ til the wheels fell off and they tore it
I got green on top of green
Damn it’s lookin’ like I grew it
D-Town, The hood behind me like a King Cobra

[Meek Mill]
Burn, Bitch
I let it burn bitch
My money straighta than a motherfuckin’ perm bitch
No navigation, you can see that is my turn shit
Shorty give me all that brain and still ain’t never learn shit

[Big Sean]
Oh that’s your girl,
Damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
She naked in my studio
I’m on that Howard Stern Shit
Yep, I swear that Mack 10 is barbell
Finally famous, the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got that new car smell
Same shit, different day
I ain’t broke no more, it’s a different day
Don’t turn me down, I got shit to say
My purp strong like it’s lifting weights
It Sean Don, sippin’ Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom poms
My rolly don’t tick tock, you shit sound like a time bomb
BOOOM…
Little Bitch…

[Big Sean]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn

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[Meek Mill]
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Niggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break
Freaky bitches love the money i make
And to live like this
You muthafuckas gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I’ma let that shit burn…burn

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Blue Notes – Meek Mill

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Was it the money that made me a savage?
Poppin’ them percs and I made it a habit
Totin’ them pictures and serving them addicts
That was exciting to me
I’m so excited to be
Started with nothin’ we had to inspire to be
Niggas ain’t flyer than me
I’m getting to it
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I call the shooters, they hop out the van
Play with the squad, get popped like a Xan
Pop like a Perc, I’m goin’ ham
I’m goin’ crazy on niggas, too wavy for niggas
Do magic like alakazam
I’m in the kitchen compressin’ a birdie
Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler, I’m bustin a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie 03
I got the plug, he send him up T
Don’t know these niggas, these niggas know me
Even though niggas they call me OG
Young nigga but I put it down
We was on it when it wasn’t ’round
All of sudden niggas wanna come around
Stay over there my G

[Interlude: Meek Mill]
Do me one favor
Take a few steps back
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself outside your body… and then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself nigga
Congratulations
It’s the motherfuckin’ Chasers
You feel me
We on it

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[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Pay you the plug
Try to be real with some niggas and put em on money and show em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was shiesty, I knew you would show who you was
It’s only a matter of time before niggas get lying and hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood, yeah nigga
‘Member they told me that we would fail
‘Member they said we would see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton, I’m in the field like the NFL
Niggas is kickin’, I wish em well
I made a wish in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some shit and I’m sick of jail
No disease but I’m sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending niggas mail
Calling niggas just to get a bail
I just seen a nigga get a L
Never coming home, minute on the phone, sick and tired of seeing niggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell

[Sample: Snowy White]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely
This is the midnight blues

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Dreams and Nightmares – Meek Mill

Ain’t this what they’ve been waiting for?
You ready?

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, “Yeah, I do”
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, “Achoo”
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil’ nigga but I’m lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin’ with foreign cars in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin’, suckin’, and swallowin’
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get ’em, I got ’em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil’ nigga I’m on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I’m Flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can’t even fit in the parking spot
You ain’t talkin’ bout my niggas then what you talkin’ bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don’t talk a lot
I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y’all thought it was rented?
Flexin’ on these niggas, I’m like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m the lieutenant
I’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she’ll ride like my ghost
I’m ridin’ around my city with my hands strapped around my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas that’s rollin’ I got niggas throwin’ b’s
I done did the DOAs, I done did the KODs
Every time I’m in that bitch I get to throwin’ 30 G’s
Now I’m hanging out that drop head, I’m riding down on Collins
They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin’
We young niggas and we mobbin’, like Batman and we’re robbin’ (Robin)
This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin’
I’m like real nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain’t about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo’ raps, I’ll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t good
Catch me down in MIA, at that heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o’clock
And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they watch
And I’m the king of my city cause I’m still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flock
I’m the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon’ remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 ain’t no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon’ still suck my dick?
It was something ’bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I’m gone

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