Flexing Lyrics
| Song | Flexing |
| Artist | Meek Mill |
| Album | Dreamchasers 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : ORLANDO TUCKER/UNKNOWN WRITERS | |
| Ready or not, here | |
| I comeYou can't hide, ***** | |
| I'm too damn fly | |
| Sippin' all of this purple, it got me too damn high | |
| They say there down for the team but playin' two damn sides | |
| I'm like *****s ain't loyal, *****s ain't loyal | |
| And these voices in my head saying *****s ain't for you | |
| And when you gettin money these *****s will aim for you | |
| And when its looking sunny these *****s will rain on you | |
| It's a dark cloud over me, money too controling me | |
| I'm barely getting time to see my son and then she heard of me | |
| Baby momma trippin out, | |
| I tell her to work with me | |
| I'm on probabtion still strapped cause *****s want to murder me | |
| And lately ive been getting faded | |
| Cut a couple homies off cause them *****s hating | |
| And all these ******* wanna ****** me cause a ***** made it | |
| I'm getting paper heart cold as the refrigerator[Hook: Meek Mill] | |
| Young ***** getting money | |
| Young ***** getting money | |
| Young ***** go and get it yeah | |
| And ain't a damn thing change but the bezel on my | |
| RollieAnd the diamonds in my chain, yeah[Verse 2: Meek Mill] | |
| Young rich ***** quarter millie worth of jewels | |
| Bad ******* with me trying blow me like a fuse | |
| Just to get a bag or maybe a pair of shoes | |
| Ain’t it crazy what your lady would do for a pair of | |
| Loub******ig dreams turn to big thangs | |
| I’ve been waiting on this day since | |
| I was 16Big chains, | |
| Aston Martin as | |
| I switch lanes | |
| Before I ever made a hit, | |
| I had a wrist game | |
| In the kitchen with them thangs, trying make a killing | |
| We in the building, every other month | |
| I make a million | |
| Any ***** talking reckless cause they think | |
| I’m chilling | |
| Till I put some money on thier head, yeah, make them feel it | |
| Have they own homies do him like they never knew him | |
| I'll have | |
| Armelle walk up on him when we run into him | |
| Close range shorty have him put something through him | |
| So I hope your ready cause we heavy and we're coming for you[Hook][Verse 3: Meek Mill] | |
| The meek shall inherit heaven the earth | |
| So I’ma own this ******* until | |
| I’m buried in dirt | |
| I only roll with ***** that'll carry me to my hearse | |
| Blesses for my grandma, she carried me to that church | |
| And I don’t know why, | |
| I just feel like | |
| I’m the one | |
| They label me a victim but now look what | |
| I becomeOr should | |
| I say became, | |
| I don’t do it for the fame | |
| I’m for what they never make it but | |
| I went against the grain | |
| Charges riding against my name, assasination to my character | |
| Life’s a *******, she cheated on me but | |
| I married her | |
| *****s getting murdered, this *******t is getting scarier | |
| Dodging all the pot holes, jumping all the barriers | |
| And?, I feel like | |
| I just got in that ******* | |
| Shorty wanna be a star, that’s why she popping that ******* | |
| She trying to win so she hang amongst winners | |
| That’s why | |
| I take the time just to pray at mom’s dinner | |
| Cause I remember, cold nights not the winter | |
| Not the weather | |
| I’m talk about? | |
| Cause for that money, sins they get committed | |
| And friends they get to splittin', divided just like division | |
| So eryday that | |
| I wake up, my undivided attention | |
| It goes to getting that cake up and staying out of the prisons | |
| The system made me stronger | |
| And being broke just gave me my hunger | |
| I'm gone![Outro] | |
| ***** like me | |
| I walk around, fear no man | |
| I don't owe you *****s *******t! | |
| E'ry ***** you see around me | |
| That's the *****s that's with me, unless they in jail or dead or something | |
| ***** livin' life like ****** all you *****s | |
| Ya feel me?! |
| zuo qu : ORLANDO TUCKER UNKNOWN WRITERS | |
| Ready or not, here | |
| I comeYou can' t hide, | |
| I' m too damn fly | |
| Sippin' all of this purple, it got me too damn high | |
| They say there down for the team but playin' two damn sides | |
| I' m like s ain' t loyal, s ain' t loyal | |
| And these voices in my head saying s ain' t for you | |
| And when you gettin money these s will aim for you | |
| And when its looking sunny these s will rain on you | |
| It' s a dark cloud over me, money too controling me | |
| I' m barely getting time to see my son and then she heard of me | |
| Baby momma trippin out, | |
| I tell her to work with me | |
| I' m on probabtion still strapped cause s want to murder me | |
| And lately ive been getting faded | |
| Cut a couple homies off cause them s hating | |
| And all these wanna me cause a made it | |
| I' m getting paper heart cold as the refrigerator Hook: Meek Mill | |
| Young getting money | |
| Young getting money | |
| Young go and get it yeah | |
| And ain' t a damn thing change but the bezel on my | |
| RollieAnd the diamonds in my chain, yeah Verse 2: Meek Mill | |
| Young rich quarter millie worth of jewels | |
| Bad with me trying blow me like a fuse | |
| Just to get a bag or maybe a pair of shoes | |
| Ain' t it crazy what your lady would do for a pair of | |
| Loub ig dreams turn to big thangs | |
| I' ve been waiting on this day since | |
| I was 16Big chains, | |
| Aston Martin as | |
| I switch lanes | |
| Before I ever made a hit, | |
| I had a wrist game | |
| In the kitchen with them thangs, trying make a killing | |
| We in the building, every other month | |
| I make a million | |
| Any talking reckless cause they think | |
| I' m chilling | |
| Till I put some money on thier head, yeah, make them feel it | |
| Have they own homies do him like they never knew him | |
| I' ll have | |
| Armelle walk up on him when we run into him | |
| Close range shorty have him put something through him | |
| So I hope your ready cause we heavy and we' re coming for you Hook Verse 3: Meek Mill | |
| The meek shall inherit heaven the earth | |
| So I' ma own this until | |
| I' m buried in dirt | |
| I only roll with that' ll carry me to my hearse | |
| Blesses for my grandma, she carried me to that church | |
| And I don' t know why, | |
| I just feel like | |
| I' m the one | |
| They label me a victim but now look what | |
| I becomeOr should | |
| I say became, | |
| I don' t do it for the fame | |
| I' m for what they never make it but | |
| I went against the grain | |
| Charges riding against my name, assasination to my character | |
| Life' s a , she cheated on me but | |
| I married her | |
| s getting murdered, this t is getting scarier | |
| Dodging all the pot holes, jumping all the barriers | |
| And?, I feel like | |
| I just got in that | |
| Shorty wanna be a star, that' s why she popping that | |
| She trying to win so she hang amongst winners | |
| That' s why | |
| I take the time just to pray at mom' s dinner | |
| Cause I remember, cold nights not the winter | |
| Not the weather | |
| I' m talk about? | |
| Cause for that money, sins they get committed | |
| And friends they get to splittin', divided just like division | |
| So eryday that | |
| I wake up, my undivided attention | |
| It goes to getting that cake up and staying out of the prisons | |
| The system made me stronger | |
| And being broke just gave me my hunger | |
| I' m gone! Outro | |
| like me | |
| I walk around, fear no man | |
| I don' t owe you s t! | |
| E' ry you see around me | |
| That' s the s that' s with me, unless they in jail or dead or something | |
| livin' life like all you s | |
| Ya feel me?! |
| zuò qǔ : ORLANDO TUCKER UNKNOWN WRITERS | |
| Ready or not, here | |
| I comeYou can' t hide, | |
| I' m too damn fly | |
| Sippin' all of this purple, it got me too damn high | |
| They say there down for the team but playin' two damn sides | |
| I' m like s ain' t loyal, s ain' t loyal | |
| And these voices in my head saying s ain' t for you | |
| And when you gettin money these s will aim for you | |
| And when its looking sunny these s will rain on you | |
| It' s a dark cloud over me, money too controling me | |
| I' m barely getting time to see my son and then she heard of me | |
| Baby momma trippin out, | |
| I tell her to work with me | |
| I' m on probabtion still strapped cause s want to murder me | |
| And lately ive been getting faded | |
| Cut a couple homies off cause them s hating | |
| And all these wanna me cause a made it | |
| I' m getting paper heart cold as the refrigerator Hook: Meek Mill | |
| Young getting money | |
| Young getting money | |
| Young go and get it yeah | |
| And ain' t a damn thing change but the bezel on my | |
| RollieAnd the diamonds in my chain, yeah Verse 2: Meek Mill | |
| Young rich quarter millie worth of jewels | |
| Bad with me trying blow me like a fuse | |
| Just to get a bag or maybe a pair of shoes | |
| Ain' t it crazy what your lady would do for a pair of | |
| Loub ig dreams turn to big thangs | |
| I' ve been waiting on this day since | |
| I was 16Big chains, | |
| Aston Martin as | |
| I switch lanes | |
| Before I ever made a hit, | |
| I had a wrist game | |
| In the kitchen with them thangs, trying make a killing | |
| We in the building, every other month | |
| I make a million | |
| Any talking reckless cause they think | |
| I' m chilling | |
| Till I put some money on thier head, yeah, make them feel it | |
| Have they own homies do him like they never knew him | |
| I' ll have | |
| Armelle walk up on him when we run into him | |
| Close range shorty have him put something through him | |
| So I hope your ready cause we heavy and we' re coming for you Hook Verse 3: Meek Mill | |
| The meek shall inherit heaven the earth | |
| So I' ma own this until | |
| I' m buried in dirt | |
| I only roll with that' ll carry me to my hearse | |
| Blesses for my grandma, she carried me to that church | |
| And I don' t know why, | |
| I just feel like | |
| I' m the one | |
| They label me a victim but now look what | |
| I becomeOr should | |
| I say became, | |
| I don' t do it for the fame | |
| I' m for what they never make it but | |
| I went against the grain | |
| Charges riding against my name, assasination to my character | |
| Life' s a , she cheated on me but | |
| I married her | |
| s getting murdered, this t is getting scarier | |
| Dodging all the pot holes, jumping all the barriers | |
| And?, I feel like | |
| I just got in that | |
| Shorty wanna be a star, that' s why she popping that | |
| She trying to win so she hang amongst winners | |
| That' s why | |
| I take the time just to pray at mom' s dinner | |
| Cause I remember, cold nights not the winter | |
| Not the weather | |
| I' m talk about? | |
| Cause for that money, sins they get committed | |
| And friends they get to splittin', divided just like division | |
| So eryday that | |
| I wake up, my undivided attention | |
| It goes to getting that cake up and staying out of the prisons | |
| The system made me stronger | |
| And being broke just gave me my hunger | |
| I' m gone! Outro | |
| like me | |
| I walk around, fear no man | |
| I don' t owe you s t! | |
| E' ry you see around me | |
| That' s the s that' s with me, unless they in jail or dead or something | |
| livin' life like all you s | |
| Ya feel me?! |
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