Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1942 Flows , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album Wins & Losses, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach
Song language: English
1942 Flows |
| Started off poor with plans to earn more |
| Now we own stores and fuck the baddest whores |
| I was on tour with niggas that’s so raw |
| Started selling white, we won’t sell it no more |
| I’m like, Trump ain’t feeling us, cops still killing us |
| Niggas taking 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 seats, 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 an 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 niggas wanna line me like a shape up in the trim, damn |
| 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 used to tell me you gon' lose nigga |
| That’s why I never went to school nigga |
| And why I’m rapping like I got something to prove nigga |
| Went and bought the mansion with the pool in it |
| Billy with the stamp, I geting two with it' |
| Move with it 'cause these niggas wanna take my life |
| No weapon formed against me, every time I pray at night |
| Scoopin' thotties in the Phantom, that’s the way of life |
| And make them fuck 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 them bikes |
| I’m with the pack, huh |
| Getting back, yeah |
| Spend dope, nigga |
| Selling smack, gang |
| I’m gettin' chips off music like Rap Snacks |
| Yeah, 10 mil in cash of Ethika that’s a fact |
| Money, power, respect |
| Eating breakfast on a jet |
| I know these niggas upset |
| They ain’t see me fall yet |
| Wins and losses |
| They wanna see me fall |
| And I will never sell my soul |
| I’m on some shit that they ain’t seen before |
| Dream 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 it’s all I want |
| The young niggas going all out for us |
| Bloggers in the frenzy, truck to the Bently |
| Ain’t doing no interviews, I’m busy, nigga we litty |
| So when you see me out don’t ask me about no Nicki |
| Fuck I look like telling my business on Wendy |
| Niggas gossip like queens, we was serving fiends |
| .40 bust your windows out, Jazmine Sullivan |
| They told 'em pop Mollys, I told 'em to be kings |
| Sipping 1942 like it’s lean |
| I done seen all these niggas try to down play my dreams |
| So I’ma give it to 'em 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 live me, I know it |
| I go through it, don’t' show it |
| I told niggas 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 shit in the stash, nigga say that he gon' rob me, put a brick on his |
| ass |
| Now every killer in my city tryna look for his ass |
| 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 niggas in my ambiance, bottom line |
| Ever since I met Ross and signed a dotted line |
| I gave my mama ten thousand at least a thousand times |
| Do the math on it |
| They wanna see me fall |
| And I will never sell my soul |
| I’m on some shit that they ain’t seen before |
| Dream 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 it’s all I want |
| The young niggas going all out for us |
| Talking, this my cocky flow |
| Damn Daniel, why you selling Mr. Miyagi though |
| This that rose gold Patek, call me like '94 |
| Mean nothing to me, I tell how I gotta go rain slick |
| On that corner when the block was slow |
| Everybody was tryna trap, we started poppin' though |
| Heard that bitch say she cut me, I was like adiós |
| In the field, knock 'em down, it look like dominos, young nigga |
| I turn my Impala to a Wraith, when you get a dollar they gon' hate |
| Bought my mom the crib with that gate, private school for all them babies |
| Now they straight, nigga |
| They wanna see me fall |
| And I will never sell my soul |
| I’m on some shit that they ain’t seen before |
| Dream 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 it’s all I want |
| The young niggas going all out for us |