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Robert Williams, better known by his stage name Meek Mill, is an American hip hop recording artist from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He was briefly signed to Atlanta rapper T.I.'s label Grand Hustle Records and in February 2011 signed to Miami-based rapper Rick Ross' Maybach Music Group. more »


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2018
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Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
Philly
Champions of the United States (Oh lord)
(And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life)
Yeah, turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)

Bombin' on any of them niggas that want the smoke (Woo)
Nigga, this a big boy Phantom, this ain't a Ghost (It ain't)
Had to take the way from them niggas and now they toast (F*ck 'em)
They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke
Amen, amen
Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me) for all my sins (All my sins)
Took so many riches just to get a Benz (Get a Benz)
Pray for my niggas (All my niggas), all my friends (Yeah)
In the trenches, warring with killas, we been getting it in
32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)
Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)
Bad bitch f*ck me in my Gucci tube socks (Yeah)
'Member when I spent my re-up on a oowop, whoa
Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper
Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of killers and humble trappers
I can't go to Hollywood, too caught in this jungle action
Where niggas that'll smoke you, go and murder your brother after
Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog
Streets said they need that dope, they having withdrawals
I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off
I'm so rich that I can't even f*ck a bitch raw, whoa
Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)
Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million
All this fucking money, I ain't got no time for chilling
We took risks to look like this, through all that killin' and drug dealin'
You my nigga, I f*ck with you, we gon' thug it out
Say it's beef? We going to war, nigga, let's slug it out
Big Bad Wolf, we at your door, blood in your fucking house
I heard your daddy was a rat, so you a fucking mouse, nigga
Pouring champagne 'cause all my niggas dead
If they ain't in the graveyard, then they in the feds
I give a f*ck if that crown heavy, put it on my head
Take it to the jeweler, bust it down before I wear it (Yeah)
Whew, 'cause I'm a king just Martin Luther (Martin Luther)
I ain't a hater, f*ck my bitch, nigga, I salute ya (Salute)
I be flying jet and chopper like that shit was Uber
We finally made it out them trenches nigga, hallelujah, whoa
Balling like a Hot Boy
Diamonds dancing on me more than JB Blocboy
I'm a boss, I'm the one that call the shots, boy (Shots)
You a thottie, I won't cuff you like a cop whore, no way (Like a cop)
Ooh, I just cashed out
How the f*ck you turn a bando to a glass house?
How the f*ck you get a two to four and bail out?
Got your favorite Instagram bitch with her ass out, hey
Make her touch her toes, make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)
Run up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)
Trappin' at the Waldorf, we just fuckin' hoes
And they lovin' that Chanel, they gon' sell they souls (Yeah)
Running through the gutter, I ain't never bowl (Running)
You would think this Wheel Of Fortune, how we selling O's (Yeah)
Plug just called, he got another load
He know I'ma get 'em sold
Leaning off that Perc'
Young nigga still fucking all the baddest bitches on earth
When I'm off in them trenches, I'm a Hot Boy like Turk
Gun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work
You get popped pussy, no twerk, oh
Nigga, we trying to make that money machine break ('Chine break)
Shootin' up out that van like it's Team-A (Team-A)
Nigga, we used to trap just by the green gate (Gate)
80's baby, they cooked crack up in my DNA (Oh)
Ooh, scary hours
Walk inside of LIV, they gon' let confetti shower
You knew what it was when you heard they let me out it
Living like the plug, nigga, I ain't selling powder, no way
Big bag, talking Santa Claus
Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off
Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars
Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please (please)

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Written by: Nikolas Papamitrou, Phil Collins, Robert Rihmeek Williams

Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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