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Meek Mill - 1942 Flows lyrics

[Verse 1]
Started off poor with plans to earn more
Now we own stores and f**k the baddest whores
I was on tour with n****s that's sold raw
Started selling white, we won't sell it no more
I'm like, Trump ain't feeling us, cops still killing us
N****s talking shots, can't stop me, they ain't real enough
Cut her off, act like she's dead and it's killing her
New dawn, Hermes seat, I left the ceiling up
Just to get to kill 'em softly
Ooh, get them off me, try to crucify me
Like I'm Jesus the way she cross me
I'm too bossy and too thorough to move like a weirdo
On point like a arrow, we started off with zero
Now I'm seeing M's, diamonds like water and they jumping out the gym
Shooting like Harden if your head was the rim
‘Cause n****s wanna line me like a shape up in the trim, d**n

[Refrain]
Back when I was broke, they was cool with it
Now every move I make, I'm in the news with it
Even if I ain't do it, they be like, you did it
My teacher always told me you gon' lose n***a
That's why I never to school n***a
And why I'm rapping like I got something to prove n***a
Went and brought a mansion with the pool in it
Bentley with the stamp, rocking a tool with it'

[Verse 2]
Move with it 'cause these n****s wanna take my life
No form against me, every time I pray at night
Scooping thotties in the Phantom, that's the way of life
And make them f**k their best friends like they was dykes
Reaching for the Glock, every time I play the light
I'm on 12 o'clock, every time I play 'em bikes
I'm with the pack, Uh
Getting back, yeah
Spitting dope, n***a
Selling smack, gank
I'm getting chips off music like Rap Snacks
Yeah, 10 mil in cash (?) that's a fact
Money, pie, respect
Eating, brothers on the jet
I know these n****s upset
They ain't see me fall yet
Wins and losses

[Hook/Chorus]
They wanna see me fold
And I never sell my soul
I'm on some s**t they ain't seen before
Dreaming chasing, catching all my goals
I don't need these hoes
I'm getting money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all I war
Young n****s going all out for us

[Verse 3]
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/meek-mill/wins-losses/1942-flows.html]
Bloggers in the frenzy, truck to the Bently
Ain't doing no interviews, I'm busy, n***a we litty
So when you see me out don't ask me about no Nicki
F**k I look like telling my business on Wendy
N****s gossip like queens, we was serving fiends
.40 bust your windows out, Jazmine Sullivan
They told 'em pop Molly, I told 'em to be kings
Sipping 1942 like its lean
I done seen all these n****s try to down play my dreams
So I'ma give it to them everytime I'm on the scene
Pull up, Ghost, Ghost, Wraith, Wraith when you see me
Some suckers wanna be me and some suckers wanna leave me I know it
I go through it, don't' show it
I told n****s who wrote it, ain't taking back what I quoted
Started off with a quarter, flipped that to a half, turned that to an ounce
Got some s**t in the stash, n***a say he gon' rob me, put a brick on his a*s
Now every killer in my city tryna look for his a*s
And one thing 'bout Meek Milly, I'ma get to a bag
Had to starve all day just to get to it fast
like Ramadan, toting K's like it's Palestine
Real n****s and my ambiance, bottom line
Ever since I met Ross and signed a dotted line
I gave my mama like ten thousand at least a thousand times
Do the math on it

[Hook/Chorus]
They wanna see me fold
And I never sell my soul
I'm on some s**t they ain't seen before
Dreaming chasing, catching all my goals
I don't need these hoes
I'm getting money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all I war
Young n****s going out for us

[Verse 4]
Talking, this my cocky flow
D**n Daniel, why you selling Mr. Miyagi though
This that rose gold Patek, call me like '94
Mean nothing to me, I tell how it gotta go
Rain sleet
On that corner when the block was slow
Everybody was tryna trap, we started popping though
Heard that b***h say she cut me, I was like adios
In the field, knock 'em down, it look like dominos, young n***a
I turn my Impala to a Wraith, when you get a dollar they gon' hate
Bought my mom the crib with the gate, private school for all them babies
Now they straight, n***a

[Hook/Chorus]
They wanna see me fold
And I never sell my soul
I'm on some s**t they ain't seen before
Dreaming chasing, catching all my goals
I don't need these hoes
I'm getting money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all I war
Young n****s going out for us

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