Meek Mill Errday текст песни, слова песни Errday Meek Mill & Rick Ross
Meek Mill - Errday
feat. Rick Ross
I Got these Nigguhs Hatin on Me, But I don't give a fuck because they bitches waitin on me,
I'm jus countin all this money, and buying all these Hammers, so when these nigguhs play I let my shooters go bananas
Diamonds flashing like a camera, my whip sound like a monster, My bitch got on that shit she got a million dollar sponser
These nigguhs gettin sick somebody call the doctor cause all this blood drippin 20 racks I louis vuitton her
I go Douche & gabana Gucci, Louis, Prada, fly as hell & wycells Boy I gotta lot of... That's where they probably find us Jumpin off the jet like sayonara to your honor
[Rick Ross:]
I Swallow bitches, I employ dem nigguhs, whip my ass with the riches likes it's some toilet tissue
Fuck with a Winner, Minks in the winter, Philadelphia Millionaire Meek be dat Nigguh, Ya nigguhs hatin my nigguhs ballin Poppin Bands Countin Dollars Buyin them Magnum Bottles my bitches patient your bitch is boring fuck her that friday night we both woke up that sunday morning
[Meek Mill:]
Young nigguh lotta cash, bad bitch lotta ass Lamborghini Kinda Fast it got these haters kinda mad
Make me bring them sticks out AK with the comma addin these nigguhs is kinda nice which means that they kinda ass
I Be on all kinds of shit, boy I get all kinds of cash, Monday I'm a wear my J's Tuesday In my Prada Bag
Wednesday I go louis vuitton they say how yuh been I say doin fine bitch I ball hard like 2 lebrons I hit the booth no suit and tie mobb'n boyz nigga u no it's da mobb'n boyz put dem shooters on your ass lil mobster, rell, blunt, baby T, twix, frog
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