• 标题:Blue Notes 2
  • 歌手:Meek Mill;Lil Uzi Vert
  • 专辑:Expensive Pain
  • 卡拉OK评级:1★
  • 语言:en
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    [Intro: Meek Mill]
    Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap
    Yeah (Brrt)
    You gotta turn me up in the headphones some more, a lil' bit more
    Just a teeny bit
    Turn me up, Cruz
    It's so many mother****in' hundreds, you gotta make a part two
    [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
    I'm not in competition with my homies
    I'm whippin' the competition and the Rollie
    I knew my opposition never knew me
    They wouldn't be opposition if they know me
    I made a proposition to my hitters
    I told them to knock 'em down if you owe me
    I just be slidin' 'round, hittin' the building
    We movin' with Glock, pounds, and them .40s
    Them niggas got shot down, we was whorin'
    My homie a opp now, so we on him
    I was like sixteen with the MAC on me
    Deep in the field like it's Pop Warner
    Where did the shit scene niggas cracked on me
    When it got real, tried to slide on him
    I made some M's, split the guys on it
    We keepin' it real, niggas not
    And my homie a savage, got put in a casket, and I'm mad at him 'cause he died on us
    Just left his viewing and I told his momma, every time that she cry, "We gon' slide on 'em"
    I look you niggas right dead in the eye and I ain't surprised you ain't ride for us
    How would you feel if you bust some mill' with some niggas and they switch the side on you?
    How would you feel?
    When you so lit that you can't tell if the love real
    If I can't tell you nothin', I'll tell you how Thug feel
    And you ain't rich, nigga, your stash can't pay my drug bill
    Pussy (Pussy)
    Nigga, this expensive pain, pullin' an expensive Range
    [Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Neck got expensive chain
    He got drug money (Yeah), that's an expensive game (Yeah)
    I got an expensive shooter (Yeah), he got expensive aim (Yeah)
    You know it's Lil Uzi (Yeah), that's an expensive name (Yeah)
    [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
    I'm goin' hard and my back to the wall (Wall)
    I was like JH, just pumpin' and fakin' us, no way they matchin' me off (Matchin' me off)
    Who really gon' stick me if we gettin' busy and we seein' rap when it's bought? (Bought)
    I won't even practice, I go triple platinum and they sayin' that was a wash, ayy
    I switch my Rollie up to a Richard Mille
    In the trenches with some young nigga
    Tryna tell him how this rich shit really feel
    You ain't never been in the field with them late nights, off Benadryl With them great whites, locked in a cell
    Like Shawshank, no redemption
    I was the richest nigga in the prison
    I was strappin' up when niggas wasn't ridin'
    I was the richest nigga on a mission
    I was motivated, I was watchin' moves
    Yeah, I was the brokest nigga, in the kitchen
    I was chasin' million when they said I couldn't
    I was hard-headed, I ain't listen
    Kinda glad that I never did
    Now we all made it out the trenches, yeah
    All of my money is new
    All of my money is blue, riddle me this?
    I'm supposed to go get money, and keep doin' favors, and give all my money to who?
    You keep tellin' me niggas keep tellin' you what?
    Why they be runnin' to you?
    And why every time niggas talk about me and it's bad, they keep comin' to you?
    [Interlude: Meek Mill]
    I never got that part
    Nigga, know you my man
    But every time you wanna talk bad 'bout me
    They come to you and you come to me like ho ass nigga
    I'll slap the shit out you, **** it
    Woo
    [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
    Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
    My homie a opp, but he know how I rock
    So you know that I'm ready, however he comin'
    We done went up on these niggas like seventy-nothin'
    They talkin' 'bout bodies, we talkin' 'bout millions
    We talkin' bout money, they talkin' 'bout killin'
    I gotta go to the bathroom as soon as I walk in the building
    You know how I'm livin'
    Walkin', I'm tuckin' and passin' the glizzy
    Don't look all sensitive, you know I ain't slippin'
    Come to your trenches, it's just me and one of my savages, nigga, you know I ain't trippin'
    I can't get extorted, I'm ballin' like Jordan
    We slidin with twenty, we totin' and pimpin'
    It's **** what niggas think
    I just be laughin' to the bank
    [Verse 4: Lil Uzi Vert]
    I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist and this bitch hit like Hillary
    I was just in the kitchen, whippin' Hannah Montana like my name was Billy Ray
    And I bet that I have me a hunnid million dollars on these niggas 'fore I be twenty-eight
    Love her back, when bitches wasn't lovin' me
    Twenty-thousand at best, she ain't dubbin' me
    I'm on point, ain't no bitch out here runnin' me
    Lamborghini, the same color Bumblebee
    Pull up Cullinan, same color, butter seats
    In the game, ain't no young nigga touchin' me
    Yeah, she know that I'm the shit and she know that I'm rich
    Every time that I ****, she say, "Nut in me" (Ayy, Lil Uzi)