Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goin Down, artist - Meek Millz
Date of issue: 26.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Goin Down |
I say Lord have Mercy all I wanted was a beamer |
Had no pot to piss in, n now I’m living thank you Jesus |
Now my rolley flooded, n I’m not talkin bout Katrina |
Know I roam the city, couple thousand for ma sneakers |
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down) |
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down) |
Bring the kush, or Ciroc Its Goin Down |
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down) |
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down) |
Bad bitches bring the whips Its Goin' Down |
Okay, Happy birthday nigga everyday I’m gettin cake |
Whats the day? |
Its Tuesday, bitch I might blow a hunnin' K (YEAH) |
Fuck that nigga they sleepin, must not have raised the stakes |
Can’t play with a nigga, no way drop as white as mayonaise |
Holy shit betta watch yo bitch, frito lay gotta stack dem chips |
Keep that tool on me oh shit, and i keep 2 clips my nigga don’t trip |
Boy you talk I get money, ridin' round in that new 600 |
With them young niggas on the block who run it, Evil kinevil boy we stunt |
Millionaire nigga I got diamonds on my dick |
Boy my swagger dope, I’m talkin 20 kilo bricks |
Just bought me an aston, n it came with a spanish bitch |
Diamonds got me froze like a PS3 glitch |
Okay I’ll go into ma beast mode, rapper niggas I eat those |
Tell a bitch take a deep breath, then bend them knees like a freethrow |
I don’t want me no good girl, cause i fell in love with these freak hoes |
In my bedroom I make a movie, n it starring me with that Lee Rose |
I ball hard like D Rose, my sash of closet |
Racks all in my pocket, these racks all in deposit |
I got racks all on my conscious, money all on my mind |
I got shooters on my team, n they got bodies on ignite |
Look at that bad bitch right there (right there), see that body on that dime |
I ain’t swimmin in no hoe, you know I’m prolly that my grind |
All these niggas hatin' on me (me), but I ain’t on that time |
Cause I be in that back nigga, I ain’t talkin bout fire (Woah) |
Ahem, Now let’s all say a prayer, since my swagger such a killer (Amen) |
Might just buy a chicken, give her that dick fillet for dinner |
Nigga don’t want no problems, pistol prolly get you this figure |
Lookin' at all my diamonds, it ain’t hard to tell the winner |
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down) |
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down) |
That potato on the barrel no sound |
You see them forin, you see we tourin |
Me and Meek Milly realest niggas born (Pray) |