Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1942 Flows, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Wins & Losses, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |