Meek Mill - Niggas in Paris lyrics

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Meek Mill – Niggas In Paris Lyrics

Ball so hard, muthaf-ckas wanna fine me

These niggas can’t find me

Cause I’m probably in the air

Cuttin’ through the clouds in a Lear G-5′in

Bitch nigga, we mobbin’

Rich nigga, we buyin’, any bitch we wanna

And it go ‘room when I hit that corner in a batmobile

Trap for real, bullets hit ya head

Make ya head go still

Niggas always ask why you rap so real

Cause I be in the trap sellin’ crack pills?

Got them racks on ill, money so sick

I don’t give a f-ck who you run and go get

Ross with a boat cause I wanna go fish

With his all yellow rolli got these niggas so pissed

Shittin’ on these niggas where my toilet

Jordan’s, you aint never seen ‘em cause I’m ballin’

Board as shit, I spent be so retarded

Cause I don’t even write I’m just recording

Got an AP, Rolex, Cartier to the Hublot

I aint even have to hit the bank

I bought this shit from a few shows

With a new hoe in my view so..

beautiful, I see a few hoes

Anchorman, that forecast

I say it’s coming and they move the snow

Ha, got a young bitch look like Nicki tho (Nicki tho)

I said could ya keep a secret just like Vicki tho

I let her sip Ciroc and hit the sticky tho

Told her she can kiss my neck but just don’t give me no hickies ho

Cause my baby momma be trippin’

All these ones I be whippin’

All this paper I be gettin’

I be dunkin on ‘em: Blake Griffin

Nigga, I got now, you got no!

No W’s for the loser’s tho

All this ice like jewelry show

Riding so slow like a funeral

Look at my neck, take a look at my wrist

Look at my pockets, take a look at my bitch

Let me take ‘em way back

Finna like ’86, all eyes on me

When I step up in the club I feelin’ like Rich

Porter that is, I slaughter that bitch

Don’t touch that work, I order that shit

I wouldn’t give a damn, what corner that is

If they cop that work, I goin’ at that bitch

Wit’ a whole sack, no rap, weed, pills, dope, crack

Droppin’ right on ‘em like hold that

Feds takin’ pictures like Kodak

Tappin’ my phone, watching my home

They watchin’ me and I’m watching the throne?

See suckin’ me and I’m watching the dome

Perc in my system and I’m in the zone, yeah, I’m gettin’ gone

Phantom, Ghost, like ‘em, chase ‘em, Pacman

All this money on my mind, you see it on my catscan

Nigga...

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