Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's My N****, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
That's My N**** |
| Ooh, ooh |
| This that Philly-Bompton shit |
| Yeah, haha |
| I'm on the East side rollin' with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside) |
| We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga |
| (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) |
| And the feds lookin', pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) |
| Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga |
| And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga |
| That's my nigga, word up |
| I'm a four hunnid nigga with that .40 pound on me |
| Baller ammo, I got forty rounds though |
| Cash out Keenon nigga with the pounds low |
| He count on me even when I move slow |
| Come through Compton with all my niggas (My niggas) |
| Come through poppin' with all my niggas (My niggas) |
| You should've seen how we looked last winter (Last winter) |
| You should've seen how we ate last dinner (Uh) |
| I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas |
| I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas |
| In the game, I'm the keep it right, nigga |
| 'Cause all these rap niggas know my niggas wanna get 'em |
| Basic bitches came to suck this dick, no |
| Basic bitches came to fuck the clique, oh |
| They tryna have me on some sucker shit |
| I'ma do it my way nigga, fuck the script |
| Came thru the block with everything that's new |
| Sippin' that motherfuckin' DS2 |
| I can't fuck with him if he ain't true |
| They like, "He alright but he ain't you" |
| We like, five milli' on aboard the ship |
| I was the richest nigga on the tip |
| Locked down with the killers and the robbers, going hard in it |
| Open the gate, jump on the lift |
| And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some hot shit |
| Double in the backseat, it look like a mop stick |
| You ain't gotta ask me, nigga, you ain't got shit |
| You ain't talkin' money, I see you done switched the topic |
| You be only fuckin' with niggas that be on cop shit |
| I be only fuckin' with bitches that get it poppin' |
| You don't wanna see one my niggas face in a stockin' |
| Spray up your corner over some nonsense |
| I'm on the East side rolling with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside) |
| We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) |
| And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) |
| Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga |
| And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga |
| That's my nigga, word up |
| Can a real crip, get a lil' bit? |
| Dump on a nigga for some silly shit |
| A hundred four rounds when the milli' kick, yeah |
| Gang bang niggas who he really with (Crip!) |
| And we don't talk to no motherfuckin' law |
| Cooked up, caked up, slangin' that raw, nigga |
| Roll through the city, of vice |
| Bangin' with the loud or the silencer |
| Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out |
| Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out |
| Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off |
| Come through the hood and you will get fucked off |
| Nigga, this's crip on my, two times |
| Don't give a fuck and we'll bust him one time, nigga |
| What y'all thought? |
| We criss to cross |
| You miss, your loss, we settin' it off, cuh |
| I'm on the East side rolling with my Westside niggas (Westside, Westside, Westside) |
| We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) |
| And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) |
| Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga |
| And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga |
| That's my nigga, word up |