Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song About That Work, artist - Meek Mill. Album song First Come First Serve, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.01.2015
Record label: RIP
Song language: English
About That Work |
| I’m fire nigga got that purp' |
| Nigga hatin' on me no work |
| I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
| I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
| No fuck nigga round my circle |
| Get money nigga thats for certain |
| These niggas ain’t bout that work |
| These niggas ain’t bout that work |
| I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up) |
| 45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!) |
| Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas |
| Yeah I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up) |
| Hey, I got 1000 grams of that white shit |
| 6,000 pounds of that kush nigga |
| A thousand handguns extended clip |
| But if it come to it we at war nigga |
| And why you motherfuckers so mad at me |
| It seem like you would be glad for me |
| Go 'head & talk tall |
| You ain’t scared a me? |
| You cross me shit gon' end tragically |
| In my ferrari I’m flyin' |
| I’m usually high |
| Get my dick suck by a cutie pie |
| You sayin I ain’t been the shit since junior high |
| You ain’t got a truth in ya, nigga you’s a lie |
| They said it’s all fun & games till the tools is out |
| Fuck you, what you gon' do about it? |
| You know I click clack bang bang bang shoot a nigga down |
| No one else knew about it |
| Hoppin' all in my G4 |
| Rep Hustle Gang wherever we go |
| We off the chain you on a leash tho' |
| Goddamn it must suck to be broke |
| I’m fire nigga got that purp' |
| Nigga hatin' on me no work |
| I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
| I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
| No fuck nigga round my circle |
| Get money nigga thats for certain |
| These niggas ain’t bout that work |
| These niggas ain’t bout that work |
| I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up) |
| 45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!) |
| Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas |
| Yeah I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up) |
| Hittin' blunts to the face rest in peace |
| Pop a pill & Ciroc you’ll forget your enemies |
| 21 on that red, 9 on the drunk laps |
| Niggas Lyin' come & see |
| Come & get high jump your ass inside |
| Go and blow that dough tell your ass don’t choke |
| I feel it now, now I want some more |
| I overdose, I overdose, we overdose, we overdose |
| Now, I need it now, I need it |
| Swear to god, oh god I need it now |
| Michael Jackson, Jackson, beat it now |
| Oh my god, I’m terrified |
| I’m fire nigga got that purp' |
| Nigga hatin' on me no work |
| I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
| I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
| No fuck nigga round my circle |
| Get money nigga thats for certain |
| These niggas ain’t bout that work |
| These niggas ain’t bout that work |
| I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up) |
| 45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!) |
| Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas |
| Yeah I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up) |
| (yeah, head up, Booke) |
| Nah, Forreal |
| Ya’ll pussy niggas ain’t having any money in the box, forreal |
| Nah, Forreal |
| Choppas so big make em niggas say, «Ya'll Forreal?» |
| Nah, Forreal |
| And I’ll stand on your ass on this bull, Call it Pharrel |
| Nah, Forreal |
| You can’t take me perform like AC, ya’ll chill |
| Drunk chill, you know who the last of the real |
| Niggas couldn’t survive where we live |
| The sound worth mills nigga flyer than a leer |
| Talking bout it give a nigga thrills |
| Swear a nigga can’t sit still thumbing thru M’s |
| Thinking bout buying op a crib |
| Just to show a nigga how i live |
| Less than a mill everyday |
| I’m fire nigga got that purp' |
| Nigga hatin' on me no work |
| I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
| I’m in that bitch I skrrr! |
| No fuck nigga round my circle |
| Get money nigga thats for certain |
| These niggas ain’t bout that work |
| These niggas ain’t bout that work |
| I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight up) |
| 45 on the brand new choppas (Dewt! Dewt! Dewt! Dewt!) |
| Yeah my niggas off that chain with the choppas |
| Yeah I’m talkin' brand new choppas (Straight Up) |
| Ya’ll niggas ain’t my kind |
| Ya’ll flows ain’t that fine, matter fact |
| Nigga ya’ll hoes ain’t that fine |
| Ima real throwed spitter gon make ya hiccup a line |
| You dont know the time playa, i can close my eyes |
| I can read you blind bullet |
| Bullets start flying, shell |
| Choppa hold 100 real nigga doin fine, yeah Dro |