Meek Mill - Me (FWM) lyrics

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Meek Mill - Me (FWM) lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] fu*kin' with me, ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (ni**as ain't fu*kin'—) ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me, you ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Woah, woah) Woah, woah (Woah, woah) Woah, woah, woah, woah Drop (Yeah) [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Flew her out on the first flight Got that pussy the first night ni**as say it's war, then it's on sight, gang, gang (Brrt) Walk in this b*tch with all this ice I could've came through in a 'Rari but hit the hood on my dirt bike, yeah (Man) Countin' these bands up, been fu*kin' my hands up (fu*k it up) I was in Paris, I pay for the drill, hit your mans up (Brrt) Big Glock 40 on the hipline, hold my pants up (Hold it up) She was confused, like, "How you the G.O.A.T. in a Lamb' truck? (She like, "What?") fu*kin' this tall b*tch from the back, say, "Stand up" (Woo) Then put your motherfu*kin' face down, ass up ni**a been rich too long for makin' these songs, my ni**a, it's past luck fu*kin' this b*tch too long, she offered a threesome and I just passed up She wanna go in the 'Rari (Too small) I wanna rip in the Wraith (Let's go) I wanna look at thе stars (Stars), like I was hittin' in space (Yeah) ni**a, how you gеt back home? (How he get back?) Take a look at his case (Check him out) Said her period's on (What happened?) I put it on her face [Chorus: Meek Mill & A$AP Ferg] ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me, ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Yeah, yeah, Harlem) ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me, ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Meek Mill, what up?) Twenty bad b*tches goin' up with the gang, they fu*kin' for free (Ooh-ooh) You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin' to me (Yeah) [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Got a boss b*tch, Dominican Slim with the buns, cinnamon Friend got the cake like Entenmann's East coast b*tch in Timberlands (Yeah) Dip with the set like Killa Cam Hop on a jet and we get a tan Like Mortal Kombat when she throw it back, her friends like, "Finish him" (Right) Run up, gon' flex, huh It look like I'm looting in my closet, with the baguettes, huh I just hit Will up with a deposit (Yeah), fill up my neck, huh Lookin' like light bugs sittin' on my collar (Right) We been stressed, huh, pull up with a mink, look like I am Chewbacca Blocka-blocka, turned to shottas if them coppers try to pop us (Ferg) Then go sit at John and Vinny's, have some pasta with some mobsters (Yeah) Swervin' through Philly, I'm hangin' with Billies and nobody really can stop us (Woo) Bee-ya, bee-ya, we throw dollars, got your bee-ya' pussy poppin' like Bee-ya, bee-ya, why you actin' like a ho? Like a ho Bee-ya, bee-ya, why you actin' like a ho? Like a ho Bee-ya, bee-ya, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough Bee-ya, bee-ya, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough (That's right) [Chorus: Meek Mill] ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me, ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (ni**as ain't fu*kin'—) ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me, ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (They can't touch us) Twenty bad b*tches goin' up with the gang, they fu*kin' for free (fu*kin' for free) You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin' to me Bee-ya, bee-ya [Outro: Meek Mill] fu*kin' this bad b*tch from the projects, her name Tia Head was good, the best on earth like Russ and Bia ni**a asked me did I see her, but I ain't see her But I did, 'cause she was tucked in the fahina Spanish b*tches goin' up like la marina She a hot girl and I'm hot too, jalapeño We sell work and she wan' work 'cause she a pinger We gon' serve that lil' b*tch (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)