Текст песни Meek Mill - Offended

[Intro: Young Thug]Meek Milly! Jeffery!Woah![Chorus: Young Thug]Yeah, yeah!Fuck is you talkin bout? Bitch, you offendin me! Fuck is you talkin bout?I just might go headAnd let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me. Suck! Suck it up!I just might go headAnd mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry. Lean! Lean!Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drillin me! Goddamn!I heard the lil boy was plottin on killin me,Fuck round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin. Grrrrah!I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceilin', please,Oxycontin fuckin up kidneys.[Verse 1: Young Thug]Molly, my cup look like bath salt,And I'm too high-horsed for asphalt,Therefore I'm in clouds from day to dark.They say that I changed, it's the cash fault,Pay everybody like a cash cow,I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR.The Rollie stainless, stainless,We young and rich, and we dangerous.I'm at Piccadilly's with your missus, nigga,And the weed stinkin like a chitlin, nigga,The money long like a Philly, nigga,Make me catch you slippin, then it's Christmas, nigga.The bulletproof can take a missile, nigga,I got Benji on me and he crippin' niggaI done wrapped the Benji in the city, ho,I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, nigga.Put a swimmin' pool in the livin' room,How I'm livin, nigga, I ain't swimmin, nigga,Only thing that me and Michael PhelpsGot in common is that we winnin, nigga.Rock star lifestyle,Your hoe's goin wild.[Verse 2: Meek Mill]Saint Laurent shorty and tottin' that .40,We move through the city like BMF,Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang,Only difference them bitches, they VVS.I know these bitches gon' change,And fuck on whoever whenever they see a check,If you do not fuck with the gang,Don't act like you do, when you see us just keep it that.Swing through your block, bring that sweeper back,Land on your spot where your peoples at,Smoke you wherever we see you at.You don't want no problem so keep at that'Fore you get your man murdered,

Hitters in the van lurkin'I put bread on the beef. What you do?Turn it to a hamburger.Put that paper on the scale, nigga,Little homies talkin' big money,When the wars on, you'll tell, nigga,Put a bag on your main hitter.When them things hit 'em, that's an L nigga,So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale, nigga,And that's all I'ma tell niggas, and that's it.[Chorus: Young Thug]Yeah, yeah!Fuck is you talkin bout? Bitch, you offendin me! Fuck is you talkin bout?I just might go headAnd let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me. Suck! Suck it up!I just might go headAnd mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry. Lean! Lean!Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drillin me! Goddamn!I heard the lil boy was plottin on killin me,Fuck round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin. Grrrrah!I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceilin', please,Oxycontin fuckin up kidneys.[Verse 3: 21 Savage]Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa!I ain't with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa!Hundred shooters with me, whoa! VVS's on me, whoa!VVSs on me, bling, badaboom, badabing! 21!Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit,Put them blue tips in that cartridge. 21!We put them drums in them carbines. 21!We pull up on rappers and spark em. 21!I might take your chain if it sparkle. Facts.Street nigga really came from nothin'. What?Strip a nigga like Caine cousin. 21!Kill a nigga then you sayin somethin'. What?You was talkin, nigga, I was hustlin. What?We was shootin, nigga, you was duckin. Whoa!You was textin, nigga, I was fuckin. 21!I was bettin, nigga, you was bluffin. 21!Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunchin. Facts.Car foreign and my gun Russian,Sneak dissing get a concussion. 21! 21![Chorus: Young Thug]Yeah, yeah!Fuck is you talkin bout? Bitch, you offendin me! Fuck is you talkin bout?I just might go headAnd let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me. Suck! Suck it up!I just might go headAnd mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry. Lean! Lean!Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drillin me! Goddamn!I heard the lil boy was plottin on killin me,Fuck round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin. Grrrrah!I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceilin', please,Oxycontin fuckin up kidneys.
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