Meek Mill - House Party Ft. Young Chris Lyrics

Meek Mill - House Party Ft. Young Chris Lyrics

I tell em Mimi in the bathroom
i f*ck her how .. runnin for knockin at the door
and she screamin’ ..
I tell em Mimi in the bathroom
i f*ck her how .. runnin for knockin at the door
and she screamin’ ..

You know i’m always survivor man
those guys ..

I tell em Mimi in the bathroom
i f*ck her how .. runnin for knockin at the door
and she screamin’ now i’m coming
..yelling in my other room
F*cking at my ..tell em .. you’re f*ckig on my weep
I got runnin bottles so rock boy i’ma jerk call a .. boy
On the stars and my .. tell em a rock boy
You niggas talking money just stop boy
I f*ck b*tvches by the groove
I get money by the pound ..all the nigga chopping down
Every time i’m in the club you niggas is not around
Everybody talking money i say prove it not a sound
White girls come ..we on judging though ..
bad b*tch got em all down these bottles up
but is going down

Chorus:
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party

So rock on the table b*tches in the little room
They ...at the door ..tryin get it to
All the man and my nigga celebrating friend to
Bottles poppin models watching all i ..

Chorus:
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party

This one mean the party ranks
you know what a honey .. Young Chris
you know what the honey ask
..
Don’t ..that money can’t .. daddy take your home
Why you think your honey ain’t
Who you think she stay with
This the kid play shit the main chick i ..
You think the day shift, i’m a hit her from the back ..
..sway your .. mother ...
Hey b*tch I hate b*tch ..on the .. summer ..
she do what i say so
strap the whole house back you can get your .. back
Blowin that party with the ..
Haters can’t tell a shit to knock me
Tell your b*tch
House party poppin on that .. shit
we’re yelling switch cold bottles
.. bottles spitting on the ..

[Chorus:]

So rock on the table b*tches in the little room
They ...at the door ..tryin get it to
All the man and my nigga celebrating friend to
Bottles poppin models watching all i ..

[Chorus:]

8 .. new will ville
tryin to show my nigga who is ..
Thursday calling me milleville you got a ..in the bed is the real deal
We’re in the movie room Winnie watching movies though
Lights camera camera action we ‘re gonna make a movie ..
She look in all my .. she let ..
Pack house is .. she turn me the cool ..
Cooler than the fan fresh like is Easter
.. watch a bit you can keep her
She say i aint’ hit that only you believe her
Pull off in the ..like hasta la vista

[Chorus:]

So rock on the table b*tches in the little room
They ...at the door ..tryin get it to
All the man and my nigga celebrating friend to
Bottles poppin models watching all i ..

Meek Mill - Y'all Don't Hear Me Freestyle Lyrics

Meek Mill - Y'all Don't Hear Me Freestyle Lyrics

Yeah, Philly in this bitch!
Loso waddup?

Check me,
I from the city where the skinny niggas ride
With a Semi .45 to make the biggest niggas fold up, roll up
I done seen the realest niggas froze up
When that Mack squeezing hollows in your back
Leaking that, decent if you want to everytime I come through
Everybody whispering, talking what gon do
Hundred grand in straight cash
Make me put it on you and have your own homies tryna swarm you
I’m sworn to riding with this Glock .40
And I got it on, too
They tell me to put it down
But they don’t know what I’m going through
Niggas playing checkers and it’s chess
So what’s a pawn to a king that got his money right?
You niggas on a hunger strike
Now it’s dead-broke, man, I used to grind a hundred a night
A hundred day, selling white, I tell you it ain’t nothing nice
I be going so hard, man I don’t see my son at night
Baby mama bitching, I’m just trying to get my young’un right
Started with a dollar to a half a ticket
And I just signed my deal today
For all you rapping niggas. Money ain’t a joke
You see me laughing niggas?
All my goonies they ain’t talking, they just clapping niggas
You gonna think my dogg a roofer, brought a ladder with him
My other homie a mechanic, got his ratchet with him
And they shooting for real, they shooting to kill
I got some mami’s up state, they doing the will
I remember niggas shooting for dear life
30 years on us, cops pull at the red lights
We riding with them hammers
Know a couple young’uns that died before their grandma
I’m not trying to play with hammers
A lot of niggas fronted back when I was in the slammer
But now I got that paper and I be going bananas
Like Tony Montana, Nino and the Carter got me leaning even harder
With this Nina in my cargoes
I can’t meet ‘em any farther
If the niggas want the work
Tell ‘em meet me out North, 20-something in birds
Used to be with 50 niggas, 20 of ‘em got murked
20 done turned pussy, the other 10 put in work
Yeah! I’m screaming “this is the life”
If you ain’t hooping then you whipping the white
They even hitting the white
I talked to ‘em try to give them advice
Niggas get left, they wasn’t living too right..
Yea! Niggas get left, they wasn’t living too right

Y’all don’t really hear me tho..

Cory Gunz Ft. Meek Mill - YMCMB MMG Lyrics

Cory Gunz Ft. Meek Mill - YMCMB MMG

[verse 1: cory gunz]
stare is blank when the trigger face
lil nigga with a bigger base
know me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now
i'll make 2012 with a number dial
talking that shit; dont know who they rapping with
pause, i say fuck em fast, rabbit dicks
i turn the booth to a maggot pit
she appear when i wave the david banner wrist
gettin money, you niggas seein me like my mother home
she's bitchin her dog is back with another bone
hollar for a dollar, to swallow back
i hit her right off of twitter, now follow that
i'm booking face, my network is social
young money, cash money, we coach who coach you
slow up them protools with them loco vocals
what you know to, don't do, nigga
i'm your go-tos, go-to
plot, once you try i approach you quiet with the toast too
fire, i will smoke you
tie, any man, bear hand choke you
silence is what i go to
violent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist
find the burner and they solving the case
murder in the place, let is dislove in his waist
i don't give a fuck if your moms and all is in the play
get your pops, get popped, nigga pop off
get a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off
glock and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off
get clocked, when it tick, get tocked off
block niggas, by the block when its blocked off
swat looking for the yatch when is docked off
in the spot where niggas plot to get bopped, pause
and when the waps stop then ya top off

[verse 2: millz]

ymcmb doublem g, you know me
old school flow like kool mo dee
coastal flow, i move low key
make a move ot
get a brick for the low
95 south get a chick that would go
every 36 let the bitch get an o
i put it in the hood that bitch better snow
in the middle of summer, do numbers
niggas better run from us that, front us
that mac-10 with a drummer, they want us
tell them niggas run up, get done up
when that automatic get clappin like cory gunz when he rapping
that shit be spitting so fast, and my niggas we platinum
and i'm... on the way i'm going glow, i put my pressy on
30 thou, like a got a camero chevy on
i go loud around the neck give em a heavy one
and niggas sleeping on me, guess i get my freddy on
nightmare on you record labels
i tell em put the dirty money on the other table
you ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money
that martin luther king, i had a dream money
i can tell you niggas never seen money
we sellin white girl, gettin christine money
aguilera, i'm in the panorama
niggas whisper when i come through, i can barely hear em
i know these niggas looking, i can't see em though
my daddy in the grave, i make you meet em though
they call me, mister "fuck a nigga" i don't need a ho
cause i got my paper up, its time to get my haters up
i'm gone!

bitch!

i'm gone!

mmg ymcmg