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outside (100 mph) - meek mill lyrics

[intro]
dream chasers вчера, всегда и сейчас
мы любим деньги, мы любим жизнь, мы любим dream chasers
мы доверяем только dream chasers (brrt)

[verse 1]
i woke up, i made a mill’, said, “f*ck it,” then rented them all
if life’s a b*tch, i’m havin’ my way with that sh*t, and i’m hittin’ it raw (havin’ it)
ain’t none of y’all n*ggas gettin’ none of this money and b*tches, just me and my dawgs
with a brand new porsche, a turbo sport with a horse, but it look like a frog
i just hopped through the hood, then i hop on a chop in the hood (ride on a chop)
bad lil’ b*tch, she pretty as f*ck and the top real good (pretty as f*ck)
call every night, i don’t even want him to walk, shot up the hood
y’all n*ggas be payin’ them hitters for real, y’all not any good (y’all n*ggas is p*ssy)
green*facе ap cost me cost me four*fifty, we don’t see y’all ass
i been hurtin’ your hеart with these lil’ b*tches, i wanna see y’all checks
she gotta move real careful*like it’s a operate, you should see her texts
i ain’t stop poppin’, planes, i’ll pop in ’em, y’all lil’ n*ggas better be on y’all best
i just came right back outside, now all the baddies back outside
f*ck ’em, spoil ’em, married three months, give ’em a prize
they talk sh*t ’bout me, they know they play, n*ggas gon’ die
i been ballin’ so long in miami, i don’t need to take b*tches on dates to pound
she got n*ggas that’s rich, but they ain’t really lit like that, tell her take her time (take her time)
they really love it, but i get with so many hunnids, can’t make her mine
yeah, she said, “meek, come f*ck me rough,” and i was tryna break her spine (let’s get it)
knowin’ this lil’ b*tch f*cked my dawg, and i can’t make her mine (make her mine)
[interlude]
outside, outside, outside, outside, i just popped out, came back outside
outside, outside, outside, outside (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
big boy trucks in the driveway (my driveway), we outside with it (we outside)
reachin’ for my richard, you gon’ die with it (die)
i been keepin’ a pack of bad lil’ b*tches, they outside with it
and i just made a couple million in five minutes (i’m limitless)
okay, okay, okay, that new maybach came today (today)
i put mics all in they face for all my young n*ggas passed away, yeah (away)
i ain’t really had no time last year, but i’m on n*ggas’ asses today (i am)
y’all n*ggas only ones keepin’ them hoes, y’all givin’ that cash away, okay, okay (yeah, yeah)

[interlude]
hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
okay, okay
he hasn’t slept in probably seven days

[verse 3]
go ‘head, ki’ like a brick (a bird), bad lil’ b*tch, she thick (she bad)
come to my city, we really ride dirty, no lights, and we totin’ them sticks (brrt)
my dawg got life in the cell (got life), he know that i’m never gon’ switch (i won’t)
start ballin’ like i was joel ’cause i got them ms and bs on my list (yeah)
and i put that virgil sh*t on, for reals, like pardon my twist (yeah)
every b*tch that i be f*ckin’ get rollies for real, like pardon my b*tch (yeah)
she looked me dead in my eyes when she suckin’ and she tryna start up some sh*t (yeah)
tryna sn*tch my soul, lil’ b*tch, gettin’ top with my hand on her—
pardon my neck, pardon my wrist, ass so fat, gotta pardon my b*tch
pardon my glock, pardon my hip, i just jumped off a yacht, gotta pardon my ship
i just did a walkthrough at roc nation and left out with four new partnerships
this ain’t rap, n*gga, i’m back, i just be walkin’ and talkin’ my sh*t, yeah
n*ggas can’t see me, we totin’ them chops, yeah (n*ggas ain’t see us)
i had dreams of murderin’ opps, rippin’ them demons and burnin’ them blocks
they couldn’t believe it, i’m turnin’ the blocks, yeah (yeah)
back in them trenches again (we back)
totin’ extensions again, if he play tough, put benji on him
we open it up, open it up, i f*ck from the back when i’m chokin’ her up
.223s, they go through a truck, somebody get hit, it’s no gettin’ up
no gettin’ up, no gettin’ up, trippin’ on n*ggas, they soakin’ it up (soakin’)
walk in the spot with a big*ass .30 on me, give a f*ck if it’s pokin’ or what
[outro]
what? what? what? what?
what? what? what? what?
what? what? what? what?

- meek mill lyrics

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