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Classic (feat. Swizz Beatz)

Meek Mill, Swizz Beatz, Jeremih2015年6月29日

歌詞

Classic (Explicit) - Meek Mill/Swizz Beatz/Jeremih

Oh its hot outside man

 

Meek millys coming daddy

 

Hundred for the walkthrough I'm not who you talk to

Drive by wet you up ni**a that's a carpool

 

Spitting all this hot sh*t every single bar cool

Diamonds in the rollie face animated cartoon

Call me meek milly I don't play that sh*t

Got me on my nappy braids before the maybach clique

Riding in the wheels of fortune pat sajak sh*t

And all I rock is balmain like I made that sh*t

I've been front row fashion week

Looking like I'm in the show

Sitting in the foreign leather softer than a dinner roll

Make a movie on your b**ch tell her friend to get a role

You thought she was innocent

We laughing like she been a ho

Chopping up those benzos

 

Me yo b**ch in the friend zone

She told you I was friendzoned what

I'm in the endzone

Touchdown with a 2 point conversion

Give her that dick long

She busting like the clip long

Uber to send your b**ch home ni**a

 

I got a fever b**ch hot outside I got a fever b**ch

 

Feeling sick I gotta fever b**ch

In these philly streets situations is

 

Police ain't respecting the youth and

 

The youth ain't respecting the truth and

The glock 9 on me in the booth and

 

All I talk is that real sh*t the truth and

 

The money turned your b**ch into a gold digger

 

The money got me feeling like the old jigga

And jigga even told me you a cold ni**a

They ain't believe me I was broke

But I showed niggas and I told niggas

That I would expose niggas

Went to buy a pair of sneaks

Landed at the royce dealer

Brand new paper tag

Haters never made me mad

You get at your baby momma I'm flyer than her baby dad

Looking at my neck

What that cost hundred-eighty cash

Looking at my b**ch she remind me of a stacey dash

We was selling rock before kareem biggs damon dash

Oh you think you fly with your lil' dream chasin a**

We don't chase b**ches we chase money and that d'ussé

Cause when you get money the hoes do whatever you say

Riding in a drop head phantom with the toupe

And if you're just hearing this then its probably too late

 

I got a fever b**ch hot outside I got a fever b**ch

Feeling sick I gotta fever b**ch

In these philly streets situations is

 

Police ain't respecting the youth and

The youth ain't respecting the truth and

 

The glock 9 on me in the coupe and

All I talk is that real sh*t the truth and

 

Meek milly

 

Mack milly

 

Get smacked silly

 

Come to philly

 

Come see it live in direct

You know it god dammit

 

***歌詞來自第三方***