Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flash Back , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album American Dreamer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.12.2012
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
Flash Back |
| Kenny Lee on the track |
| The way I’m flowin' |
| Keep it goin |
| I rip up the beat then I sew it, back together |
| Rap forever, its Philly |
| Whilly, Now tell your favorite rapper that I’m tryna kill him, Really |
| I’m in the porsche drop, 911 Porsche box |
| They can never eat me like a muslim and a pork chop |
| Of course not, I’m dunkin' until the court drops |
| Like B. Grif, I eat shit and hoarse blocks. |
| HA! |
| Flame Spitta you a lame nigga |
| You can’t compare a G4 to a Plane nigga |
| Thats like versing a peddle bike into a train nigga |
| Like Earl Boykins and letting Lebron James stick him HA! |
| It don’t make no sense |
| How your label kick you out like you ain’t paid no rent |
| Always been a star player, I ain’t play no bench |
| Let these hoes be hoes |
| I dont say no bitch NAH! |
| I be going rambo |
| Paws on the pork, but I be going HAM though |
| Riding on the beat like a mother fucking lambo |
| Hard Like X with, a '98 Cam flow |
| Sigel on the Roc, Nas on illmatic |
| I’m still at it |
| No matter my choice know Phil back it and cool with it |
| Still to the jab I move with it, I’m cool fritted |
| Flyer than most but goon with it and still hood |
| Honor roll swag real good |
| Diamond all on your neck but your album is stillwood |
| Money my medicine, It be making me feel good |
| They lock me inside a cell, ain’t matter I still stood |
| As tall as Yao Ming, Gasol, Bynum, and Shaq |
| I’m rocking with rozay, Now they know that I’m back |
| I’m whippin' in '62 and I ain’t talking about crack |
| I’m talking about that thang 360 stacks |
| 360 Days with 5 more I grind on |
| On my bag get my shine on |
| Bail money only thing I dropped a dime on |
| I tell them to get on the level that I’m on |
| Was tellin' you how I’m moving out |
| Someone call the fireman just to cool me out |
| I’m hot smokin' really I’m not jokin' |
| Rapping automatic cause really they not smokin' |
| Put them in the booth kapoof Hokus Pokus |
| I make magic, Like the Lake Magic |
| But them in the water I drown em lake placid |
| And I got bars like I took the jail with me |
| When they let me out of prison I just took a cell with me |
| I ain’t got to drop an album, do a tape to sell 50 |
| I be blazin' in the booth tell your artist trail with me |
| They got a nigga on trial, they said I murdered the beat |
| They feel my pin and my pad my finger prints on the sheet |
| Unreviewed Annotation 1 Contributor? |
| He’s in court for murder of the beat he just rapped over, and his finger prints |
| on his pad that he wrote is raps are the evidence. |
| Guilty as Charged judge. |
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