Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aint I, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 01.07.2012
Song language: English
Aint I |
| Ain’t I ain’t I ain’t I |
| Ain’t I ain’t I ain’t I |
| Ain’t I on some shit |
| Ain’t I fuck your bitch |
| Ain’t I Grand Hustle |
| Ain’t I fuck with TIP |
| Drama be the DJ |
| I just spit that shit and he gon' bring it back like replay |
| I come from the east side, run shit like a relay |
| Bunch of Philly killers with me they all look like Freeway |
| I know what we do is wrong |
| You can catch me in the hood probably somewhere don’t belong |
| I keep with my tre pound long |
| And Omelly keep his glit |
| His clip hold like 33 that’s three circles from a brick |
| On some shit, that’s your bitch |
| No it ain’t cause she ours |
| Pull up to the club we be on Banshees and CRs |
| Ask about us who we are |
| I’m a young king I’m wassup |
| I ain’t asking for no ride I made it here all by myself |
| Come for the belt ya for the ring |
| Ask your ho I do my thing |
| I was locked up in the pen but still I shine like I was bling |
| On the block with that Yao Ming |
| Tryna move that China white |
| Ya I grind like I ain’t even about to blow like dynamite |
| I’m that Bull just call me Mike |
| I change hoes just like they’re clothes |
| I change O’s just like they’re floors |
| And keep my money for them hoes |
| I keep money on re-load |
| I keep cash up in this stack |
| I don’t even know these lames but yet they Joe me like Jihad |
| And I just laugh, Joe me like GI |
| Bitch I’m trying to fuck you, you keep worrying about TI |
| Haters they can see I’m all about my BI |
| Bitch I been on swag |
| Ain’t I on my job |
| Lotta niggas hate cause we be moving like the mob |
| My boys in all black |
| Nigga run his mouth then then nigga lose his cap |
| West Philly back block that’s where you find me at |
| State they got my nigga Dean |
| I be on promethazine |
| Show you how we walk them down |
| No time with them triple beams |
| I get a jawn break it down let my youngins grind |
| You see them tres of the meter, and they done with dime |
| You had your work all week shit I hustle mine |
| I hustle hard, hustle hard I ain’t never fine |
| I just hit a lick, all white bricks |
| Fuck the drought we be flipping like a light switch |
| Ask my nigga he got a |
| We like a junkyard, we stay with metal shit |
| I can do it right or I can do it wrong |
| You buy it soft, try to cook it you be losing homes |
| Neef Buck told me get them where I fit in |
| The mac look great but its gorgeous with the clip in |
| And when it start to ripping, niggas start to scraping |
| And dipping, hoping they don’t catch it in their biscuit |
| West side of Philly nigga that be me |
| Disrespect and we check 'em like an ACG |
| They say your green not fire |
| Your white not oil |
| You niggas at loyal when you shining like foil |