Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Me (FWM) , by - Meek Mill. Release date: 30.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Me (FWM) |
| Woah, woah, woah, woah |
| Drop (Yeah) |
| Flew her out on the first flight |
| Got that pussy the first night |
| Niggas say it’s war, then it’s on sight, gang, gang (Brrt) |
| Walk in this bitch with all this ice |
| I could’ve came through in a 'Rari but hit the hood on my dirt bike, yeah (Man) |
| Countin' these bands up, been fuckin' my hands up (Fuck it up) |
| I was in Paris, I pay for the drill, hit your mans up (Brrt) |
| Big Glock 40 on the hipline, hold my pants up (Hold it up) |
| She was confused, like, «How you the G.O.A.T. |
| in a Lamb' truck? |
| (She like, «What?») |
| Fuckin' this tall bitch from the back, say, «Stand up» (Woo) |
| Then put your motherfuckin' face down, ass up |
| Nigga been rich too long for makin' these songs, my nigga, it’s past luck |
| Fuckin' this bitch too long, she offered a threesome and I just passed up |
| She wanna go in the 'Rari (Too small) |
| I wanna rip in the Wraith (Let's go) |
| I wanna look at th stars (Stars), like I was hittin' in space (Yeah) |
| Nigga, how you gt back home? |
| (How he get back?) |
| Take a look at his case (Check him out) |
| Said her period’s on (What happened?) |
| I put it on her face |
| [Chorus: Meek Mill & |
| A$AP Ferg |
| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, niggas ain’t fuckin' with me (Yeah, yeah, |
| Harlem |
| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, niggas ain’t fuckin' with me ( |
| Meek Mill, what up? |
| Twenty bad bitches goin' up with the gang, they fuckin' for free ( |
| Ooh-ooh |
| You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin' to me ( |
| Yeah |
| Got a boss bitch, Dominican |
| Slim with the buns, cinnamon |
| Friend got the cake like Entenmann’s |
| East coast bitch in Timberlands (Yeah) |
| Dip with the set like Killa Cam |
| Hop on a jet and we get a tan |
| Like Mortal Kombat when she throw it back, her friends like, «Finish him» |
| (Right) |
| Run up, gon' flex, huh |
| It look like I’m looting in my closet, with the baguettes, huh |
| I just hit Will up with a deposit (Yeah), fill up my neck, huh |
| Lookin' like light bugs sittin' on my collar (Right) |
| We been stressed, huh, pull up with a mink, look like I am Chewbacca |
| Blocka-blocka, turned to shottas if them coppers try to pop us (Ferg) |
| Then go sit at John and Vinny’s, have some pasta with some mobsters (Yeah) |
| Swervin' through Philly, I’m hangin' with Billies and nobody really can stop us |
| (Woo) |
| Bee-ya, bee-ya, we throw dollars, got your bee-ya' pussy poppin' like |
| Bee-ya, bee-ya, why you actin' like a ho? |
| Like a ho |
| Bee-ya, bee-ya, why you actin' like a ho? |
| Like a ho |
| Bee-ya, bee-ya, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough |
| Bee-ya, bee-ya, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough (That's right) |
| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, niggas ain’t fuckin' with me (Niggas ain’t |
| fuckin'—) |
| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, niggas ain’t fuckin' with me (They can’t touch us) |
| Twenty bad bitches goin' up with the gang, they fuckin' for free (Fuckin' for |
| free) |
| You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin' to me |
| Bee-ya, bee-ya |
| Fuckin' this bad bitch from the projects, her name Tia |
| Head was good, the best on earth like Russ and Bia |
| Nigga asked me did I see her, but I ain’t see her |
| But I did, 'cause she was tucked in the fahina |
| Spanish bitches goin' up like la marina |
| She a hot girl and I’m hot too, jalapeño |
| We sell work and she wan' work 'cause she a pinger |
| We gon' serve that lil' bitch |
| (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) |
| (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) |