Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Plug, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 16.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Plug |
| Vamos donde tu estas yo voy pa ya ahora |
| Meet me on the Northside, 23rd and Berks, man |
| (I'ma be right here wit it) Dalé |
| Word to my son man, I don’t let them see the monster in me |
| Load my 30, leave the crib and bring that choppa with me |
| I run them streets and make it home soon as my momma hit me |
| Put my son to sleep and right back to the drama quickly |
| Papi said he got them bricks and we gon' take 'em down |
| I call Omelly, «Bring them shooters, we gon' break it down» |
| He said he coming and he coming in with 80 pounds |
| We finna line a nigga up and we gon' take 'em down |
| «Hello» (Dimelo?) «Papi, where you at?» |
| (En camino) He said it’s in and I’m like, «Papi, bring the set» |
| He brought his shooter, I’ma prolly bring the MAC |
| I spent my money on a lawyer and it’s time to get it back |
| I got niggas in the bushes and they lurking |
| Young niggas barely legal but they murking |
| I hit them with the Desert Eagle and it’s curtains |
| I’ma shoot him in his head cause I heard that nigga working |
| Hey Vock man, what’s the deal man? |
| It’s Omelly, what’s poppin? |
| (What's up cool?) |
| Heh, ain’t shit chillin |
| Ay, but look tho, I got a sting for us |
| Get the fuck outta here! |
| What’s the score? |
| 80 joints nigga, heh (80 joints?! Who?) |
| Meek connect man (get the fuck outta here, Papi?!) |
| Yeah man, just bring the ladders man |
| Are you kidding me? |
| Say no more man, I’m on my way |
| Riding four deep, on my way to Meek |
| Said he got a lick for us, know this nigga sweet |
| Said he got 80 jawns, who to call but me? |
| So I called my dogs cause my dogs gotta eat |
| Let him off the leash, now it’s time to feast |
| Got McDonald’s money but I’m tryna eat Philippe’s |
| Tired of all this drought shit, this broke shit ain’t me |
| If this sting go right, it’s gon' put me on my feet where I need to be |
| I ain’t lying Meek, this nigga move, I’m leaving him |
| I got some loose cannons and they all agreeing with me |
| Black glove, black hoodies, I brought the team with me |
| Black strap, MAC-10, brought the machines with me |
| Now we slidin' down the North, to 23rd and Berks |
| Cause Papi, he got that work |
| Young hitters, they with me, they tryna murk |
| I just tell them, «Chill, we gon' take him for what he worth», uhh |
| Yo, these fucking mama bichos, these fucking cocksuckers |
| What, what’s up, Papi? |
| Talk to me |
| They tryna set me up, huh? |
| (Who?) |
| They tryna take my gold (who?! Who want problems?!) |
| Oh no, Papi, not today, I need you here (it's too easy) |
| I have a ticket waiting for you in Miami International |
| And Breed, one more thing: dios me lo bendiga |
| I’m ready to eat baby, let’s get it |
| Yeah, ay |
| Load up the AK and the motherfuckin' MAC-11 |
| Hundred thangs to a dope boy, fucking blessing |
| Hit up Boobie, told him, «Meet me on 183rd» |
| Funny how 187 get your boy hundred birds |
| Bang, Dade County niggas ain’t a game |
| We call them sticks missed calls, they gon' let 'em ring |
| SKs, I just grabbed last month nigga |
| My new shooter ain’t prayed in a month nigga |
| Got the devil in him, all he know is M-1s |
| Told him bring back all the paper into 10 tons |
| See them boys selling dope, just a day job |
| But dropping bodies how they really pay the bill boy |
| So Papi, how you want it? |
| Body bag, closed casket |
| Keep it clean, let them live, bring back all the dope and cash? |
| Paper right, on sight, boy that’s just how it go |
| Tell them how you want it, Papi (matalo!) |
| I told these mama bichos not to fuck wit me |
| Esto es «Self Made 3» papa, and this is «The Plug» |
| Griselda Blanco lives, Griselda Blanco lives |
| (Maybach Music) |