Pray For Em - Meek Mill.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Meek Mill
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Meek Mill
[00:02.03]DC, unos, dos, tres, cuatro
[00:12.06]Free El Chapo!
[00:14.23]**** your bitch, get a bag from her, then I never call her
[00:17.72]Now she trippin', goin' crazy, mother****er tell her let up off us
[00:20.46]OGs see me comin' through and they say, "That's a baller"
[00:24.65]That's that shit really started from the bottom really in that order
[00:28.01]Make a call, bring them plans down
[00:29.24]Smokin' loud like surround sound
[00:30.53]Niggas wanna come around now
[00:32.47]Cause they know that Meek Milly got the crown now
[00:34.19]Put my mask on, put the crown down
[00:36.08]Tell 'em turn up
[00:37.79]When it come to action, niggas ride with me
[00:39.61]Screamin' murder
[00:41.23]Niggas fallin' off, bitches fallin' through
[00:42.89]Callin' plays like an audible
[00:44.51]Get that money, what you oughta do
[00:46.32]Need the plug, got them niggas callin' too
[00:48.11]Put you on, nigga, put you on, I can put you on
[00:51.25]What you doin', nigga, what you doin', nigga, what you doin'?
[00:54.71]Get the bag but don't write triller
[00:56.69]You around cause you paid niggas
[00:58.60]In the dark when we spray niggas
[00:59.89]When we run into you, we ain't playin' with you
[01:02.11]Meek put a rapper on CNN
[01:03.81]Niggas said I wouldn't eat again
[01:05.38]I just counted 5 mil' in cash
[01:06.96]I'm a real nigga they won't see again
[01:09.01]Pray to my God we don't go to the feds
[01:10.75]We don't go to the feds
[01:12.12]I pray all that money don't go to my head
[01:14.17]Don't go to my head
[01:15.40]I pray on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed
[01:17.53]When I'm goin' to bed
[01:19.07]Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead
[01:21.06]Cause all of 'em dead! **** 'em
[01:22.71]People locked me, put them chains on me
[01:24.33]Wonder why I got these chains on me
[01:26.00]Audemars, I got a range on me
[01:27.09]Nigga a hundred thousand ain't a thing to me
[01:29.26]What's your range, homie? This another level
[01:31.08]Flood the Rollie, get another bezel
[01:32.73]She don't dig me, get another shovel
[01:34.46]Go and get the money, we don't ever settle
[01:36.36]Went to jail, came back home, then I got rich, damn
[01:39.30]Went to jail again, then I came home then I got Nick, damn
[01:42.37]Niggas prayin' that I go to jail again so they can pop champagne, damn
[01:46.09]Only trap niggas doin' real numbers spittin' hot shit
[01:49.16]Niggas hatin' cause my numbers down, what'd you do, 50?
[01:51.74]20 somethin', I did 250
[01:53.29]MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Harlem Shaking like you Diddy
[01:56.88]Pop niggas spittin' melodies when it's really nothin' they can do with me
[02:00.23]Ballin' on 'em ain't new to me, mother****ing niggas ain't new to me
[02:03.71]Summers, summers
[02:04.87]10 summers I've been at my tempo like I'm Mustard
[02:06.95]At the Grammys with the hustlers
[02:08.66]With the trappin', you a busta
[02:10.37]Spillin' lean on the red carpet
[02:12.10]Phone tapped, I hear the feds talkin'
[02:13.95]Still trappin' out the bando
[02:15.53]Moonwalkin' on that damn marble
[02:17.25]Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
[02:19.87]Ballin' on 'em like I'm James Harden
[02:21.45]I don't drive it if it ain't foreign
[02:22.65]I don't **** it if it ain't foreign
[02:24.38]Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', niggas gettin' it
[02:27.47]Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it
[02:31.55]Pray to my God we don't go to the feds
[02:33.09]We don't go to the feds
[02:34.41]I pray all that money don't go to my head
[02:36.36]Don't go to my head
[02:37.78]I pray on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed
[02:39.86]When I'm goin' to bed
[02:41.37]Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead
[02:43.39]Cause all of 'em dead! **** 'em
[02:44.94]Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
[02:46.61]Ballin' on 'em like I'm James Harden
[02:48.22]I don't drive it if it ain't foreign
[02:50.03]I don't **** it if it ain't foreign
[02:51.66]Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', niggas gettin' it
[02:54.18]Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it
文本歌词
作词 : Meek Mill
作曲 : Meek Mill
DC, unos, dos, tres, cuatro
Free El Chapo!
**** your bitch, get a bag from her, then I never call her
Now she trippin', goin' crazy, mother****er tell her let up off us
OGs see me comin' through and they say, "That's a baller"
That's that shit really started from the bottom really in that order
Make a call, bring them plans down
Smokin' loud like surround sound
Niggas wanna come around now
Cause they know that Meek Milly got the crown now
Put my mask on, put the crown down
Tell 'em turn up
When it come to action, niggas ride with me
Screamin' murder
Niggas fallin' off, bitches fallin' through
Callin' plays like an audible
Get that money, what you oughta do
Need the plug, got them niggas callin' too
Put you on, nigga, put you on, I can put you on
What you doin', nigga, what you doin', nigga, what you doin'?
Get the bag but don't write triller
You around cause you paid niggas
In the dark when we spray niggas
When we run into you, we ain't playin' with you
Meek put a rapper on CNN
Niggas said I wouldn't eat again
I just counted 5 mil' in cash
I'm a real nigga they won't see again
Pray to my God we don't go to the feds
We don't go to the feds
I pray all that money don't go to my head
Don't go to my head
I pray on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed
When I'm goin' to bed
Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead
Cause all of 'em dead! **** 'em
People locked me, put them chains on me
Wonder why I got these chains on me
Audemars, I got a range on me
Nigga a hundred thousand ain't a thing to me
What's your range, homie? This another level
Flood the Rollie, get another bezel
She don't dig me, get another shovel
Go and get the money, we don't ever settle
Went to jail, came back home, then I got rich, damn
Went to jail again, then I came home then I got Nick, damn
Niggas prayin' that I go to jail again so they can pop champagne, damn
Only trap niggas doin' real numbers spittin' hot shit
Niggas hatin' cause my numbers down, what'd you do, 50?
20 somethin', I did 250
MAC 11 hit you 20 times, now you Harlem Shaking like you Diddy
Pop niggas spittin' melodies when it's really nothin' they can do with me
Ballin' on 'em ain't new to me, mother****ing niggas ain't new to me
Summers, summers
10 summers I've been at my tempo like I'm Mustard
At the Grammys with the hustlers
With the trappin', you a busta
Spillin' lean on the red carpet
Phone tapped, I hear the feds talkin'
Still trappin' out the bando
Moonwalkin' on that damn marble
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
Ballin' on 'em like I'm James Harden
I don't drive it if it ain't foreign
I don't **** it if it ain't foreign
Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', niggas gettin' it
Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it
Pray to my God we don't go to the feds
We don't go to the feds
I pray all that money don't go to my head
Don't go to my head
I pray on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed
When I'm goin' to bed
Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead
Cause all of 'em dead! **** 'em
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
Ballin' on 'em like I'm James Harden
I don't drive it if it ain't foreign
I don't **** it if it ain't foreign
Still eatin' and I ain't tourin', niggas gettin' it
Got that ladder with me with the 33, I'm Scottie Pippen it