Meek Mill – Outside (100 MPH)

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Meek Mill – Outside (100 MPH) Lyrics

Dream chasers вчера, всегда и сейчас
Мы любим деньги, мы любим жизнь
Мы любим dream chasers
Мы доверяем только dream chasers (brrt)

I woke up, I made a mill’
Said “fu*k it” then rented them all
If life’s a bi*ch, I am havin’ my way with that sh*t
And I’m hittin’ it raw
Ain’t none of y’all ni*gas gettin’ none of this money
And bi*ches, just me and my dawgs
With a brand new porsche, a turbo sport with a horse
But it look like a frog
I just hopped through the hood
Then I hop on a chop in the hood
Bad lil’ bi*ch, she pretty as fu*k
And the top real good
Call every night, I do not even want him to walk
Shot up the hood
Y’ all ni*gas be payin’ them hitters for real
Y’all not any good
Benz and evеrything cost me four-fifty
I been hurtin’ your heart with thesе lil’ bi*ches
I wanna see y’all checks
She gotta move real careful-like just to operate
You should see her texts
I ain’t stop poppin’, planes, I will pop in ’em
Y’all lil’ ni*gas better be on y’all best
I just came right back outside
Now all lil’ baddies back outside
Fu*k ’em, spoil ’em, married three months, give ’em a pa$$
They talk sh*t ’bout me, they know they play, ni*gas gon’ die
I been ballin’ on ni*gas so long in miami
I do not need to take bi*ches on dates to pound
She got ni*gas that’s rich
But they ain’t really lit like that, tell her take her time
They really love it, but I get with so many honeys
Can not make her mine
Yeah, she said, “meek, come fu*k me rough”
And I was tryna break her spine
Knowin’ this lil’ bi*ch fu*ked my dawg
And I can’t make her mine

Outside, outside, outside, outside
I just popped out, came back outside
Outside, outside, outside, outside
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Big boy trucks in the driveway
We outside with it (we outside)
Reachin’ for my richard, you gon’ die with it (die)
I been keepin’ it, pack your bag
Lil’ bi*ch, you stay outside with it
And I just made a couple million in five minutes
(I am limitless)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, that new maybach came today
I put mics all in they face for
All my young ni*gas pa$$ed away (away)
I ain’t really had no time last year
But I am on ni*gas’ a$$es today (I am)
Y’all ni*gas only ones keepin’ them hoes
Y’all givin’ that cash away, okay, okay

Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Okay, okay
He hasn’t slept in probably seven days

Go ‘head, ki’ like a brick (a bird)
Bad lil’ bi*ch, she thick (she bad)
Come to my city, we really ride dirty
No lights and we totin’ them sticks (brrt)
My dawg got life in the cell (got life)
He know that I’m never gon’ switch (I won’t)
Start ballin’ like I was joel
Cause I got them ms and bs on my list (yeahh)
And I put that virgil sh*t on, for reals
Like pardon my twist (yeah)
Every bi*ch that I be fu*kin’ get rollies for real
Like pardon my bi*ch (yeahh)
She looked me dead in my eyes
When she suckin’ and she tryna start up some sh*t (yeahh)
Tryna snatch my soul, lil’ bi*ch
Gettin’ top with my hand on her—
Pardon my neck, pardon my wrist
A$$ so fat, gotta pardon my bi*ch
Pardon my glock, pardon my hip
I just jumped off a yacht, gotta pardon my ship
I just did a walkthrough at roc nation
I left out with four new partnerships
This ain’t rap, ni*ga, I’m back
I just be walkin’ and talkin’ my sh*t, yeahh
Ni*gas can’t see me, we totin’ them chops, yeahh
I had dreams of murderin’ opps
Rippin’ them demons and burnin’ them blocks
They could not believe it
I’m turnin’ the blocks, yeah
Back in them trenches again (we back)
Totin’ extensions again
If he play tough, put benjis on him
We open it up, open it up
I fu*k from the back when I’m chokin’ her up
223s, they go through a truck
Somebody get hit, it’s no gettin’ up
No gettin’ up, no gettin’ up
Trippin’ on ni*gas, they soakin’ it up
Walk in the spot with a big-a$$ .30 on me
Give a fu*k if it’s pokin’ or what

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