Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Going Bad , by - Meek Mill. Release date: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Going Bad |
| Back home, smokin' legal (Legal) |
| I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles) |
| Foreign shit runnin' on diesel, dawg |
| Playin' with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?) |
| Don Corleone |
| Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (Strapped) |
| Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg |
| Don't just say you're down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?) |
| Bring the clip back empty (It's empty) |
| You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg) |
| I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg) |
| That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg |
| It's just a lil' 10-piece for her |
| Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved |
| I just... what? |
| I just... uh, put a Richard on the card |
| I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it |
| If you really wanna ball 'til you fall |
| When your back against the wall |
| And a bunch of niggas need you to go away |
| Still goin' bad on 'em anyway |
| Saw you last night, but did it broad day |
| Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?) |
| Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place |
| Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade |
| Still goin' bad on you anyway |
| Woah, woah, ooh, woah |
| Woah, woah, ah |
| I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks) |
| Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it's gettin' scary (Back-to-back) |
| If you fuckin' with my opps, just don't come near me (Get outta my way) |
| Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh) |
| Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That's a Lambo) |
| Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute) |
| Every time I'm in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended) |
| Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go (That's a Fendi) |
| For real |
| She said, "Oh, you rich rich?" |
| ("You rich rich") |
| Bitch, I graduated, call me "Big Fish" (Marlin) |
| I got Lori Harvey on my wish list (That's Lori) |
| That's the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh) |
| I've been had my way out here, yeah, know that's facts (Facts) |
| You ain't livin' that shit you say, yeah, we know that's cap (That's cap) |
| You ain't got to ask me when you see me, know I'm strapped (Brrt) |
| DC, OVO, we back again, we goin' plat' (Ooh, ooh) |
| It's just a lil' 10-piece for her |
| Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved |
| I just... what? |
| I just... uh, put a Richard on the card |
| I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it |
| If you really wanna ball 'til you fall |
| When your back against the wall |
| And a bunch of niggas need you to go away |
| Still goin' bad on 'em anyway |
| Saw you last night, but did it broad day |
| Wheezy outta here |