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Make Me

Meek Mill

Dream Chasers, Vol. 3

2014

You don't wanna hear the Mac-10
No one hear the stories what you had then
Reason why I bought the Bentley and the Aston
To shit on niggas every time

B-Boyz

Birdman

B-Boyz

be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put

But these lyrics are limited edition 
By that i mean limited to me
Since I'm young my music has so much energy like nuclear fission 
You just need

I'm too gangster to win a GRAMMY
And only the gangsters could understand me
Niggas who live by the code, we speak the same language
They love to hear

Ayo, what the fuck you think a record
By Pussycat Dolls featurin' Busta Rhymes is gon' sound like?
Okay (ahh), yeah (ahh)
Oh, we about to get it

Faces are passing by
I do not know a lullaby
For me, for my mind, my insane kind
I'm fading, I'm fading away
I know that I'm yearning
I'm losing my

Started coming in this game (Came in the game came in the game)
Like the music but don't know the name (Gotta remember the name)
Teach my lyrics

how i'm raised 
Gotta keep on workin to get paid lyrics jus be flowin through my brain
Everything done changed i been feelin stuck up in my ways 
I got

the hell)
Devil by the pale moon light bet you wanna take a dance (don't you)
Take a chance with your life messing with that CHHK clan (boy)

Hook
Real lyrics

I heard the track for the first time
And I'm always captivated by the bassline
Cause you know, you direct me where to go
When you come in with

INSTRUMENTAL

		Written by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.

Verse :	Since you and I ain’t made no music yet
		The tension builds the deeper that we get
		We

Story my pain
Melody my aim
My lyrics my pen
Fighting all my demons my case
This is my story this is my pain
This is my melody this is my aim
This is

czas, Twój wzrok
Prawie zamarłem jak głaz weź, na ulicy roi się od was jak hien
Skurwysynu oddaj nam tlen, Lambo, Aston
Dwa lata temu podpisał mnie

flashin' lights
bottles of Patron, sittin' in the ice like...

[Mario]
Its a celebration
bottles by the cases
tonight we goin' all get wasted
then we goin'

fascists? They love it
Putting old niggers versus the youngest
Most of our elders failed us
How can they judge us, niggers?
There's verbal books published by

should be embarrased
She fuck good, gymnastics
Ooh, she suck it good, she nasty
I sent her home in a Uber
Then I jumped right in the Aston
Smoking

then she want me now I gotta salt it
Cause she's seen on Quevo first up in a Aston Martin
Hurricane wrist watch young Quevo break the pot
In the vila

gusha
I ain't tryna spit game, maybe we can hook up
The Aston out front, so my nickname Kutcher
Dinner date time, down inner state 9
I'm in the state

put me in it
I know the truth you not innocent
She got excited by my Louboutins
Hop in my Lambo fuck her
We don't speak again
She didn't know I was

damn what happen?
She be sleeping with these niggas
That she never been after
Got yo bitch up in my condo
While she driving yo Aston
Would you be fucking

Solid Foundation qC the label
On the rotation keep God in your prayers
Just a millionaire in that sports
Coupe you lookin' at
Gadgets on the Aston

whore, even if she ain't my type
And this song is inspired by Broadway play called Hamilton I saw that changed my life
Right away, so my next move is

I've been stomping other verses, niggas shaking, here's some towel.
I've been hitting on the words, niggas like thinkin' like they my panel. 
Just by

Once upon a Drive By

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

New Funky Nation

1990

a blindside
Once upon a drive-by came from the westside
Yes, all you can do is wet your lips
Hopin you don't get hit by the next lyric clip
I turn down the bass