Meek Mill – Tony Story Pt. 2
Letra de Tony Story Pt. 2 de Meek Mill
Paulie killed Tony right?
And Tony killed ty so it was only right
Bring ‘em back 20 years they was only tykes
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain’t nothing nice
And Paulie just loving life
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He got them birds and he serving nig*as left and right
Never used to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, blowin paper, balling hard, he know they hating
But they gon’ respect it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his lonely
And Paulie gettin’ money so them bit*hes all on him
And his young boys ridin’, they ready to fall for him
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Cause word on the street that Paulie did that
Used key gold diggin’ ass to get ‘em back
Text him through her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like “I never sent that”
But she never told Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, lookin’ to start a war
Cause Tony’s little brother 16 and up the wall
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Robbin’ everything movin’ and breakin’ every law (law)
And Paulie on a rise now
Nig*as that played the middle pickin’ sides now
Plus he heard Tony’s brother tryin’ to ride now
So he put the check up on his head, he gotta die now
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“I want this nig*a dead”
Paulie’s youngest on the corner
Tony’s little brother he slippin’, yea he’s a goner
Fu*king with that lean, he dippin’ one in the morning
Shots fired, nig*as scatter without a warnin’
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He strapped too, reach and fixin’ to get up on ‘em
The gat jam, he bang back tryin’ to avoid ‘em
Them nig*as dumpin’, he get up runnin’ and hittin’ on ‘em
He hit the alley, get a body he dippin’ on ‘em
Said “it’s on now”, try an kill em its war now
Swisher in his mouth while loadin his four pound
Feelin like he dead there ain’t no remource now
Gettin high and he thinkin bout kickin in doors now
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Mamma and lil kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel it its goin down
Old ladys gotta hear that thunder storm sound
Cuz they sad when it rain it really gone pour down
And its rainin like Katrina, he got 30 in his ninna
Seen Paulie car droped 30 in his beamer
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Paulie wasn’t in it when he heared it he was steamin
Addicted to the murder so you know that nig*a feindin
And he want this nig*a dead before sunday hit
But youngin tryina live on some sunday sh*t
And time fly fast it was monday quick
And Paulie bout to get back on his gunplay sh*t
And show em how it’s done so he loadin up his gun
And show this young nig*a he fu*k with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin the long gun
And it’s on sight he dont give a fu*k if the law come
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So he out here
Ridin dirty put down them birdies
And without fear nig*as lurkin
They tryina murder heared he out there
Nig*as spin em they tryina hit em
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Hittin every corner seein nig*as but he ain’t wit em
Youngin layin low he know Paulie ain’t playin thoe
Theres money on his head and nig*as is sayin go
But youngin he ain’t scared he cool as a fan thoe
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He know its get down with that burner or end up a dead soul
It was four in the morn’, Paulie goin home
Windsheilds wipin, middle of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain’t slippin yea he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won’t get the same?
So when he hit the crib he spin the block befor he park it
Paulie ain’t bit*h at all Paulie just causious
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But lil did he knoe nig*as in the streets talkin
And out his rear veiw its like he seen a reaper walkin
Nig*a wit a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparkin
Shot hit the window get low he tryina off em
Youngin boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reachin trigga squeezin tryin get em off em
Them shots ringin youngin squeezin clip empty
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Thats when Paulie rose right then put six in em
Walked down on em he layin in a puddle
Looked him in the face,”you ain’t learn from yo brother nig*a?”.
Letra / Lyrics
Meek Mill – Tony Story Pt. 2 (Traducida)
Letra en español de Tony Story Pt. 2 de Meek Mill
Original
Paulie killed Tony right?
And Tony killed ty so it was only right
Bring ‘em back 20 years they was only tykes
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain’t nothing nice
And Paulie just loving life
From Letra-Lyrics.com
He got them birds and he serving nig*as left and right
Never used to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, blowin paper, balling hard, he know they hating
But they gon’ respect it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his lonely
And Paulie gettin’ money so them bit*hes all on him
And his young boys ridin’, they ready to fall for him
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Cause word on the street that Paulie did that
Used key gold diggin’ ass to get ‘em back
Text him through her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like “I never sent that”
But she never told Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, lookin’ to start a war
Cause Tony’s little brother 16 and up the wall
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Robbin’ everything movin’ and breakin’ every law (law)
And Paulie on a rise now
Nig*as that played the middle pickin’ sides now
Plus he heard Tony’s brother tryin’ to ride now
So he put the check up on his head, he gotta die now
From Letra-Lyrics.com
“I want this nig*a dead”
Paulie’s youngest on the corner
Tony’s little brother he slippin’, yea he’s a goner
Fu*king with that lean, he dippin’ one in the morning
Shots fired, nig*as scatter without a warnin’
From Letra-Lyrics.com
He strapped too, reach and fixin’ to get up on ‘em
The gat jam, he bang back tryin’ to avoid ‘em
Them nig*as dumpin’, he get up runnin’ and hittin’ on ‘em
He hit the alley, get a body he dippin’ on ‘em
Said “it’s on now”, try an kill em its war now
Swisher in his mouth while loadin his four pound
Feelin like he dead there ain’t no remource now
Gettin high and he thinkin bout kickin in doors now
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Mamma and lil kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel it its goin down
Old ladys gotta hear that thunder storm sound
Cuz they sad when it rain it really gone pour down
And its rainin like Katrina, he got 30 in his ninna
Seen Paulie car droped 30 in his beamer
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Paulie wasn’t in it when he heared it he was steamin
Addicted to the murder so you know that nig*a feindin
And he want this nig*a dead before sunday hit
But youngin tryina live on some sunday sh*t
And time fly fast it was monday quick
And Paulie bout to get back on his gunplay sh*t
And show em how it’s done so he loadin up his gun
And show this young nig*a he fu*k with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin the long gun
And it’s on sight he dont give a fu*k if the law come
From Letra-Lyrics.com
So he out here
Ridin dirty put down them birdies
And without fear nig*as lurkin
They tryina murder heared he out there
Nig*as spin em they tryina hit em
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Hittin every corner seein nig*as but he ain’t wit em
Youngin layin low he know Paulie ain’t playin thoe
Theres money on his head and nig*as is sayin go
But youngin he ain’t scared he cool as a fan thoe
From Letra-Lyrics.com
He know its get down with that burner or end up a dead soul
It was four in the morn’, Paulie goin home
Windsheilds wipin, middle of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain’t slippin yea he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won’t get the same?
So when he hit the crib he spin the block befor he park it
Paulie ain’t bit*h at all Paulie just causious
From Letra-Lyrics.com
But lil did he knoe nig*as in the streets talkin
And out his rear veiw its like he seen a reaper walkin
Nig*a wit a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparkin
Shot hit the window get low he tryina off em
Youngin boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reachin trigga squeezin tryin get em off em
Them shots ringin youngin squeezin clip empty
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Thats when Paulie rose right then put six in em
Walked down on em he layin in a puddle
Looked him in the face,”you ain’t learn from yo brother nig*a?”.
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Traducción
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Meek Mill Ft. Rick Ross – Believe It (Traducida)
Letra en español de Believe It de Meek Mill Ft. Rick Ross
Original
Al I talk about is money
Cause that’s all I know
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I gotta a bad bit*h in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hanging on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fu*kin ..
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fu*kin hoes
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Okay I woke up this morning
Tryna get this money
Ya’ll nig*as was joining
And I’d made it by 20
I got young boys in that ..
I call what you got for me
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He say .. All day
Couple rocks all I got on me
I say yeah nig*a is go
He say yeah nig*a we own
I said I be on my way
Pray good brick down in all our zones
I got work, I got work
And I got pills and I got purp
And I got goons that’s on my team
And they gon’ kill like I got merk
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Before I say so
And I say go
And they go ham
And I lay low
I drive that work
Off in that coaster
I let go
Of my ego, that’s for sell nig*a
28 grams on my scale nig*a
Come and get it all
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I gotta a bad bit*h in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hanging on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fu*kin ..
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fu*kin hoes
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Hold on wait minute…
You got the realest and the richest nig*as in the building
Feel me?
Whole nig*a won’t knock you off
Hate the way a nig*a love to ball
All the war, common law
Straight killer that’s momma fault
Dope boy in my dna
Straight chips, Frito-Lay
8 clips, ay José
Hector my amigo straight
Don’t want no beef, I make .. Taco
I’m screaming rest in peace, Brazil Delanco
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I gotta a bad bit*h in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hanging on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fu*kin ..
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fu*kin hoes
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I’m ridin’ clean, I’m fu*king hoes
I’m fu*king hoes, I’m ridin’ clean
Nig*as sellin’ that chain ..
Fu*k around yeah I mean
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Bad bit*h and she talk dirty
Talk dirty, her mouth clean
I was sellin’ that white sh*t
Ya’ll nig*as have boy scout dreams
Spend eighty-thousand on my rolly
Young nig*a ball like kobe
Round-round me and chino
.. Young goldie
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Limo thats my Rolly
Two-eleven on yo bit*h
Turn yo a*s she stole it
My neck look like a light show
My pocket, they need lipo
I stand tall, no iphone
And them goons go wherever I go
Ya’ll nig*as pus*y like .. Hoes
All we know is get paid nig*a
I ball hard like Lebron James
And Rosay d-wade nig*a
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I gotta a bad bit*h in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hanging on my collar
From Letra-Lyrics.com
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fu*kin ..
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fu*kin hoes.
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Traducción
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Meek Mill Ft. Rick Ross – Believe It
Letra de Believe It de Meek Mill Ft. Rick Ross
Al I talk about is money
Cause that’s all I know
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I gotta a bad bit*h in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hanging on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fu*kin ..
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fu*kin hoes
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Okay I woke up this morning
Tryna get this money
Ya’ll nig*as was joining
And I’d made it by 20
I got young boys in that ..
I call what you got for me
From Letra-Lyrics.com
He say .. All day
Couple rocks all I got on me
I say yeah nig*a is go
He say yeah nig*a we own
I said I be on my way
Pray good brick down in all our zones
I got work, I got work
And I got pills and I got purp
And I got goons that’s on my team
And they gon’ kill like I got merk
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Before I say so
And I say go
And they go ham
And I lay low
I drive that work
Off in that coaster
I let go
Of my ego, that’s for sell nig*a
28 grams on my scale nig*a
Come and get it all
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I gotta a bad bit*h in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hanging on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fu*kin ..
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fu*kin hoes
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Hold on wait minute…
You got the realest and the richest nig*as in the building
Feel me?
Whole nig*a won’t knock you off
Hate the way a nig*a love to ball
All the war, common law
Straight killer that’s momma fault
Dope boy in my dna
Straight chips, Frito-Lay
8 clips, ay José
Hector my amigo straight
Don’t want no beef, I make .. Taco
I’m screaming rest in peace, Brazil Delanco
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I gotta a bad bit*h in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hanging on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fu*kin ..
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fu*kin hoes
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I’m ridin’ clean, I’m fu*king hoes
I’m fu*king hoes, I’m ridin’ clean
Nig*as sellin’ that chain ..
Fu*k around yeah I mean
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Bad bit*h and she talk dirty
Talk dirty, her mouth clean
I was sellin’ that white sh*t
Ya’ll nig*as have boy scout dreams
Spend eighty-thousand on my rolly
Young nig*a ball like kobe
Round-round me and chino
.. Young goldie
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Limo thats my Rolly
Two-eleven on yo bit*h
Turn yo a*s she stole it
My neck look like a light show
My pocket, they need lipo
I stand tall, no iphone
And them goons go wherever I go
Ya’ll nig*as pus*y like .. Hoes
All we know is get paid nig*a
I ball hard like Lebron James
And Rosay d-wade nig*a
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I gotta a bad bit*h in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hanging on my collar
From Letra-Lyrics.com
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now I’m riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fu*kin ..
I’m ridin’ clean and I’m fu*kin hoes.
Letra / Lyrics
Meek Mill Ft. Louie V – Rich & Famous
Letra de Rich & Famous de Meek Mill Ft. Louie V
Aye, shorty I'mma tell you like dis
I know you used to messing with them ordinary guys
But, uh
From Letra-Lyrics.com
The way I’m getting money
I can introduce you to a lifestyle you gon' love forever
From Letra-Lyrics.com
It's double-m g
I wanna buy your looooove! Tell me what its gon' be? (Tell me what its gon' be?)
I wanna buy your looooove! Everything is on me! (Everything is on me!)
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous. Don't you wanna be rich and be famous? (x2)
I wanna buy your
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Riding through my city with a chick I used to lust
Bout to make a movie starring me, the two of us
Pounds at the top floor, elevator shooters up
So I can eat that pussy for breakfast, dinner, and lunch
And uh... She been waiting all night.. For this hard pipe
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I think she called twice
Before you knew it I pulled in she seen them fog lights
& I can see she had a hard night
Up and down that pole selling dreams, selling love
It was sort of like she serving fiends and selling drugs
Giving them a fix/body solid as a brick
From Letra-Lyrics.com
With no baking soda on it I went raw every time I hit
Life's a bitch but I go deep up in that pus*y jerry rice
& every time I’m in the building I ain't never like
She be on that pole/tryna chase her goals
Going up and down like that angel on that rose. Lord knows.
Letra / Lyrics
Meek Mill Ft. Louie V – Rich & Famous (Traducida)
Letra en español de Rich & Famous de Meek Mill Ft. Louie V
Original
Aye, shorty I'mma tell you like dis
I know you used to messing with them ordinary guys
But, uh
From Letra-Lyrics.com
The way I’m getting money
I can introduce you to a lifestyle you gon' love forever
From Letra-Lyrics.com
It's double-m g
I wanna buy your looooove! Tell me what its gon' be? (Tell me what its gon' be?)
I wanna buy your looooove! Everything is on me! (Everything is on me!)
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous. Don't you wanna be rich and be famous? (x2)
I wanna buy your
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Riding through my city with a chick I used to lust
Bout to make a movie starring me, the two of us
Pounds at the top floor, elevator shooters up
So I can eat that pu*sy for breakfast, dinner, and lunch
And uh... She been waiting all night.. For this hard pipe
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I think she called twice
Before you knew it I pulled in she seen them fog lights
& I can see she had a hard night
Up and down that pole selling dreams, selling love
It was sort of like she serving fiends and selling drugs
Giving them a fix body solid as a brick
From Letra-Lyrics.com
With no baking soda on it I went raw every time I hit
Life's a bitch but I go deep up in that pus*y jerry rice
& every time I’m in the building I ain't never like
She be on that pole/tryna chase her goals
Going up and down like that angel on that rose. Lord knows.
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Traducción
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Beedie & Mac Miller (The Ill Spoken) – Paid Dues (The Reunion)
Letra de Paid Dues (The Reunion) de Beedie & Mac Miller (The Ill Spoken)
The ill spoken
2008 sh*t
Aha, you gotta take it back
Be dub in this Mack
Life changes all days how it all used to be
The..and dreams around jewelry
The class can’t learn till I stood and teach
I gave her lectures all the stupid speech
Back in the days that ill spoken ride an atv
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Performing on TV that ..rpp
And was 4 years ago and team like so long
In the attic smoking come and ..for dope arms
Never knew I’d be a star back then
I wish I try to get money for car back then
I just wanna to record back then
Then I had a lot to do we was bored back then
All them days it was..loud selling tickets getting shows
From Letra-Lyrics.com
We was tryin to tell the world we was an extra blow
Even beef with some dudes up in Canada
Had little battles spin a bars in the camera
You stade up late make the mix tapes
That we gave out tryin to get the name out
Doing shows no one knew us, they would boo us
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Knew that when we grew up they’ll be asking for a verse
I’m blowing back dutches, but still got love from my dudes on rap molly
Man I ground it was tough, we wasn’t getting far
Still roll up the shows and more cars
And more people and attend this
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Closer to people that were people we was friend with
The best ship but got expensive when we couldn’t sell tickets
Wasn’t doing much but tryin to be the illest
Ex cribs smoking weed and raps
Grinding hard ’cause we music that we believe in that
We had some differences yes, but for real we’ve been blessed
Do the homie man I wish you the best
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Paid dues, we gonna make ya’ll feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real
I remember way way back in the days
Every aspect is vivid the ill spoken
Paid dues, we gonna make ya’ll feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real
Drop flow that is half for sure
Is ill spoken, I never thought that we will make it up this far
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Life a time that we recharge fresh up the weed jar
We’re whipping like the sea..but free is as we drop the song
Got me thinking bout them days that we’re talking on
Stayin the palalade till we passing out,
Tryin to face the age and we cast it loud
From Letra-Lyrics.com
And my mom house point breeze no south
Circle room smoky ya’ll you’re black back porsche
That was still the high school, well I was at the day jar
After when we linger torch, track it to the stage jar
Most of can’t say in tow face and I wanna face all
Stories like a so, boy till your face off
I’m from a fantasy you’re getting on
From Letra-Lyrics.com
We at the town when we drive like we just can’t go wrong
Came from ghetto first video from any
Quality was really wrong, but two kids was really hard
Where, we made the catch it like we block them risk
Nowadays we could miss me like the car is missed
Dreams turn the business, business turn the paper
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Turn the page at the Brooklyn, watch us turn this a major
Now is turning label, even if they try label us
What ..is the change of game, call it labels up
And we was now eat probably,
Got..enough this for the quality
For freestyle we knee to watching you on TV
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Study and high b you my man, seen my real up and down the star
Second hand give me unique respect of on it
And when you sign the..room
Make me realize the sh*t was real and i ain’t lost it
No bridge that i ain’t crossing
And with some canes I’m on..corns
To the ..of gone we’re ill spoken
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Paid dues, we gonna make ya’ll feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real
I remember way way back in the days
Every aspect is vivid the ill spoken
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Paid dues, we gonna make ya’ll feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real
Drop flow that is half for sure
Is ill spoken, I never thought that we will make it up this far.
Letra / Lyrics
Beedie & Mac Miller (The Ill Spoken) – Paid Dues (The Reunion) (Traducida)
Letra en español de Paid Dues (The Reunion) de Beedie & Mac Miller (The Ill Spoken)
Original
The ill spoken
2008 sh*t
Aha, you gotta take it back
Be dub in this Mack
Life changes all days how it all used to be
The..and dreams around jewelry
The class can’t learn till I stood and teach
I gave her lectures all the stupid speech
Back in the days that ill spoken ride an atv
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Performing on TV that ..rpp
And was 4 years ago and team like so long
In the attic smoking come and ..for dope arms
Never knew I’d be a star back then
I wish I try to get money for car back then
I just wanna to record back then
Then I had a lot to do we was bored back then
All them days it was..loud selling tickets getting shows
From Letra-Lyrics.com
We was tryin to tell the world we was an extra blow
Even beef with some dudes up in Canada
Had little battles spin a bars in the camera
You stade up late make the mix tapes
That we gave out tryin to get the name out
Doing shows no one knew us, they would boo us
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Knew that when we grew up they’ll be asking for a verse
I’m blowing back dutches, but still got love from my dudes on rap molly
Man I ground it was tough, we wasn’t getting far
Still roll up the shows and more cars
And more people and attend this
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Closer to people that were people we was friend with
The best ship but got expensive when we couldn’t sell tickets
Wasn’t doing much but tryin to be the illest
Ex cribs smoking weed and raps
Grinding hard ’cause we music that we believe in that
We had some differences yes, but for real we’ve been blessed
Do the homie man I wish you the best
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Paid dues, we gonna make ya’ll feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real
I remember way way back in the days
Every aspect is vivid the ill spoken
Paid dues, we gonna make ya’ll feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real
Drop flow that is half for sure
Is ill spoken, I never thought that we will make it up this far
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Life a time that we recharge fresh up the weed jar
We’re whipping like the sea..but free is as we drop the song
Got me thinking bout them days that we’re talking on
Stayin the palalade till we passing out,
Tryin to face the age and we cast it loud
From Letra-Lyrics.com
And my mom house point breeze no south
Circle room smoky ya’ll you’re black back porsche
That was still the high school, well I was at the day jar
After when we linger torch, track it to the stage jar
Most of can’t say in tow face and I wanna face all
Stories like a so, boy till your face off
I’m from a fantasy you’re getting on
From Letra-Lyrics.com
We at the town when we drive like we just can’t go wrong
Came from ghetto first video from any
Quality was really wrong, but two kids was really hard
Where, we made the catch it like we block them risk
Nowadays we could miss me like the car is missed
Dreams turn the business, business turn the paper
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Turn the page at the Brooklyn, watch us turn this a major
Now is turning label, even if they try label us
What ..is the change of game, call it labels up
And we was now eat probably,
Got..enough this for the quality
For freestyle we knee to watching you on TV
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Study and high b you my man, seen my real up and down the star
Second hand give me unique respect of on it
And when you sign the..room
Make me realize the sh*t was real and i ain’t lost it
No bridge that i ain’t crossing
And with some canes I’m on..corns
To the ..of gone we’re ill spoken
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Paid dues, we gonna make ya’ll feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real
I remember way way back in the days
Every aspect is vivid the ill spoken
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Paid dues, we gonna make ya’ll feel this
Kiss lips and spit the real
Drop flow that is half for sure
Is ill spoken, I never thought that we will make it up this far.
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Meek Mill – Dreams & Nightmares Intro
Letra de Dreams & Nightmares Intro de Meek Mill
Ain’t this what they been waiting for?
You ready?
Uh uh
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I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that, to shine like this
Been a matter of time I spent on some locked up sh*t
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrist
Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
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It was time to marry the game and I said “yea, I do”
If you want it you gotta see it with a clearer view
Got shorty, she tryina bless me like I said hachu
Like a nig*a sneeze, nig*a please for them triggers squeezed
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I’m getting cream, never let them hoes get in-between of what we started
Lil nig*a, bottom line hearted
They loved me when I was stuck in they head and went out departed
I go and get it regardless, draw like I’m an artist
No crawlin, went straight to walkin
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With foreigns in my garage, a foreign bit*h is menaging
Fu*king, sucking and swallowing anything for a dollar
They tell me get him a gatto
I did it without a album
I did sh*t with Mariah
Lil nig*a I’m on fire
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Icy as a hockey ring, Philly nig*a I’m flying
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, haters rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, can’t even fit in the parking spot
You ain’t talkin bout my nig*as, then what you talkin bout?
Gangstas move in silence nig*a and I don’t talk a lot
I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word
Was on my grind and then I got what I deserved, fu*k nig*a
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Hold on, wait a minute
Yall thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin yall thought it was rented
Flexing on these nig*as, I’m like Popeye on his spinach
Double m yea that’s my team, rose the captain, I’m lieutenant
I’m the type who can the mean cash, then grind like I’m broke
That lambo my new bit*h, she ridin like my ghost
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I’m ridin round my city with my hands strapped to my toast
Cause these nig*as want this dick
And I gotta make it back home
Cause my mama need that pill money, my son need some milk
These nig*as tryina take my life, they fu*k around, be killed
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You fu*k around, you fu*k around, you fu*k around get smoked
Cause these philly nig*as I brought with me don’t fu*k around, no joke
Go, all I know is murder, when it come to me
I got young nig*as that’s rollin and I got nig*as throwing peas
I done digit do8, I done digit kod’s
Every time I’m in that pitch I get to throw in 30 g’s
But now I’m hanging out that drop hand, I’m riding down on collar
They let my nig*a hurry back home, that young nig*a be whilin
We young nig*as, we mobbing
Like batman and we’re Robbin
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This 2door maybach with my seat on reclining
I’m like real nig*a wuddup? Real nig*a wuddup?
If you ain’t about that murder game then pus*y nig*as shut up
If you get me in your racks I get your pus*y ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t good
Cut me down to mia, had that heap game on whoop
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What that pull my life from my feet?
Like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down to your block, back on 12 o’clock
And they be throwin deuces on the same nig*a they watch
And I’m the king of my city cuz I’m still callin them shots
And these lames talkin that bullsh*t, the same nig*as that fly
I’m the same nig*a from perch nig*a dumb that bit*h that lie
The same nig*a that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these nig*as hatin on me, hoes waitin on me
Still on that hood sh*t, my rolls Royce so heed
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They gon remember me
I say remember me
So much money have your friends turn into your enemies
And when it’s beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go for 40 and no 10 a key
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Hold up. Broke nig*a turned rich
Bloody game like bit*h
And if I leave if them dumb pretty hoes gon steal something i did
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
Whoop.
Letra / Lyrics
Meek Mill – Dreams & Nightmares Intro (Traducida)
Letra en español de Dreams & Nightmares Intro de Meek Mill
Original
Ain’t this what they been waiting for?
You ready?
Uh uh
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that, to shine like this
Been a matter of time I spent on some locked up sh*t
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrist
Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
From Letra-Lyrics.com
It was time to marry the game and I said “yea, I do”
If you want it you gotta see it with a clearer view
Got shorty, she tryina bless me like I said hachu
Like a nig*a sneeze, nig*a please for them triggers squeezed
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I’m getting cream, never let them hoes get in-between of what we started
Lil nig*a, bottom line hearted
They loved me when I was stuck in they head and went out departed
I go and get it regardless, draw like I’m an artist
No crawlin, went straight to walkin
From Letra-Lyrics.com
With foreigns in my garage, a foreign bit*h is menaging
Fu*king, sucking and swallowing anything for a dollar
They tell me get him a gatto
I did it without a album
I did sh*t with Mariah
Lil nig*a I’m on fire
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Icy as a hockey ring, Philly nig*a I’m flying
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, haters rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, can’t even fit in the parking spot
You ain’t talkin bout my nig*as, then what you talkin bout?
Gangstas move in silence nig*a and I don’t talk a lot
I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word
Was on my grind and then I got what I deserved, fu*k nig*a
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Hold on, wait a minute
Yall thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin yall thought it was rented
Flexing on these nig*as, I’m like Popeye on his spinach
Double m yea that’s my team, rose the captain, I’m lieutenant
I’m the type who can the mean cash, then grind like I’m broke
That lambo my new bit*h, she ridin like my ghost
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I’m ridin round my city with my hands strapped to my toast
Cause these nig*as want this dick
And I gotta make it back home
Cause my mama need that pill money, my son need some milk
These nig*as tryina take my life, they fu*k around, be killed
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You fu*k around, you fu*k around, you fu*k around get smoked
Cause these philly nig*as I brought with me don’t fu*k around, no joke
Go, all I know is murder, when it come to me
I got young nig*as that’s rollin and I got nig*as throwing peas
I done digit do8, I done digit kod’s
Every time I’m in that pitch I get to throw in 30 g’s
But now I’m hanging out that drop hand, I’m riding down on collar
They let my nig*a hurry back home, that young nig*a be whilin
We young nig*as, we mobbing
Like batman and we’re Robbin
From Letra-Lyrics.com
This 2door maybach with my seat on reclining
I’m like real nig*a wuddup? Real nig*a wuddup?
If you ain’t about that murder game then pus*y nig*as shut up
If you get me in your racks I get your pus*y ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t good
Cut me down to mia, had that heap game on whoop
From Letra-Lyrics.com
What that pull my life from my feet?
Like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down to your block, back on 12 o’clock
And they be throwin deuces on the same nig*a they watch
And I’m the king of my city cuz I’m still callin them shots
And these lames talkin that bullsh*t, the same nig*as that fly
I’m the same nig*a from perch nig*a dumb that bit*h that lie
The same nig*a that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these nig*as hatin on me, hoes waitin on me
Still on that hood sh*t, my rolls Royce so heed
From Letra-Lyrics.com
They gon remember me
I say remember me
So much money have your friends turn into your enemies
And when it’s beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go for 40 and no 10 a key
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Hold up. Broke nig*a turned rich
Bloody game like bit*h
And if I leave if them dumb pretty hoes gon steal something i did
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
Whoop.
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