Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Offended, artist - Meek Mill. Album song DC4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach
Song language: English
Offended |
| Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah |
| M-M-M-Murda |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? |
| Bitch, you offendin' me (fuck is you talkin' 'bout?) |
| I just might go 'head |
| And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me (suck, suck it up) |
| I just might go 'head |
| And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry (lean, lean) |
| Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me (goddamn, damn, woo) |
| I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me |
| Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin' (brrrt, woo) |
| I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please (woo-hoo) |
| Oxycontin fucking up kidneys |
| 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 stinking like a chitlin, nigga |
| The money long like a Philly, nigga |
| Make me catch you slipping then it’s Christmas, nigga |
| The bulletproof can take a missile, nigga |
| I got Benji on me and he crippin' nigga |
| I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho |
| I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, nigga |
| Put a swimming pool in the living room |
| How I’m living, nigga, I ain’t swimming, nigga |
| Only thing that me and Michael Phelps |
| Got in common is that we winning nigga |
| Rock star lifestyle |
| Your hoe’s going wild |
| Saint Laurent shorty and toting 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 where ever we see you at |
| You don’t want no problem so keep at that |
| 'Fore you get your man murdered |
| Hitters in the van lurking |
| I put bread on the beef (what you do?) |
| Turn it to a hamburger |
| Put that paper on the scale, nigga |
| Little homies talking big money |
| When the wars on you’ll tell, nigga |
| Put a bag on your main hitta |
| 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 |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? |
| Bitch, you offending me (fuck is you talkin' 'bout?) |
| I just might go 'head |
| And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me (suck, suck it up) |
| I just might go 'head |
| And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry |
| Goddamn, I had four hoes one time, they was drilling me (goddamn, damn, woo) |
| I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me |
| Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin' (brrrt, woo) |
| I usually don’t beg, but I don’t want the ceiling please (woo-hoo) |
| Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys |
| Woah, woah, woah |
| Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa (21, 21) |
| I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa |
| Hundred shottas with me, whoa, VVSs 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 nothing (What?) |
| Strip a nigga like Caine cousin (21) |
| Kill a nigga then you saying something (What?) |
| You was talking, nigga, I was hustling (What?) |
| We was shooting, nigga, you was ducking (Whoa) |
| You was texting, nigga, I was fucking (21) |
| I was betting nigga, you was bluffing (21) |
| Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching (Facts) |
| Car foreign and my gun Russian |
| Sneak dissing, get a concussion (21, 21) |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? |
| Bitch, you offendin' me (fuck is you talkin' 'bout?) |
| I just might go 'head |
| And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me (suck, suck it up) |
| I just might go 'head |
| And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry (lean, lean) |
| Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me (goddamn, damn, woo) |
| I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me |
| Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin' (brrrt, woo) |
| I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please (woo-hoo) |
| Oxycontin fucking up kidneys |