Meek Mill Erday Lyrics - Philadelphia Eagles 3 - Meek Mill

Omelly what's up 

Small side one-eight BH we straight 

North side, Berks what up 

Philly! 

I got enemies got a lot of enemies 

I don't really fuck with these niggas in the industry 

Know a couple niggas from the hood want to finish me 

And put me on a t-shirt RIP and memory 

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So I'm riding around with a drum and a Glock 

On the gram niggas said I couldn't come to my block 

So I came through that bitch me myself in a drop 

Niggas know they touch me bllllrrrrr something get dropped 

Man I don't bang with these suckers I don't play with no hoes 

I do the walk through for 60 and get like 80 a show 

And I don't got out no single I thinking maybe they know 

Meek Milly realest to do it and I can play at the floor ya heard 

I got enemies got a lot of enemies 

We fucking to Dej Loaf me you and some Hennessy 

She gon' suck me off 'til she drain me of my energy 

Flexing, it be fucking with these niggas mentally 

Is Instagram hurting your heart nigga 

VS stones on me still work in the dark nigga 

Hundred and six shots pull up and park niggas 

Jump in the big drop button to start nigga 

Murder was the case that they gave us spanked it 

Real niggas back in style they should thank us 

All these rap ass niggas really wanksters 

Real recognize the real you a stranger 

Hoes sell their souls for some baller alert 

Niggas and they fake jewels need a frauding alert 

Put me on watch buster tell 'em all what its worth 

Bet they say couple milli Audemar with the works 

New roll bust down call that Big Meech 

Every time I drop shit hot fish grease 

Every time you drop it is not that heat 

Called your album seven days boy that shit weak 

Motivating the hood still hot in the burbs 

Still getting this money they think we got them birds 

Every time I spit that's a thousand a word 

Spoke it right to the system they say its power in words 

Nigga we chosen we was chosen 

Me Omelly had them hoes in now its Rollses 

Back to back screaming told ya, niggas owed us 

And they said they would expose us never showed us 

Fuck them niggas though 

I got enemies got a lot of enemies 

They was just cooling with me hating call them frienemies 

I ain't really tripping we got arms like a centipede 

Cause if I lose my cool I could turn them into memories 

I'm gone I said I'm gone 

Be the same niggas hating on the Chasers mad we ain't put them on 

Fuck them niggas though 

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