Meek Mill, STREETRUNNER - Playing With Fire lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill, STREETRUNNER - Playing With Fire lyrics]
So you've got so many diamonds
You wear all the finest clothes
And your grill is shining
As you're drivin down the streets of gold
But you, can't, blame, me
If I set this stage on fire
My new bitch she a whore
Cause she fuck with Gucci
And she fuck with Prada and
She mess with Louie
I heard she fuck with Benji
She know that he be with me
Acting like a groupie
I let her Jimmy chew me
Her shoes be Giuseppe, mines be D squared
Double straps on them, nine hundred a pair
Ya, nominate me grinder of the year
Cause I be up early in the morning
Trying to grind me up a square
Just to get that dough, on your marks set go
Trying to move them O's like tic tac-toe
When I see them hoes they be all trying to go
Joe ass niggas they be all trying to roll
But we don't move D's we
Just move with the heat
Live by the gun in the cold of the streets
Supposed to make it hot not
Cold in the streets
Same niggas running around they done
Told in the streets
But this is the life, what it's like
By any means necessary
I'mma go and get it and
Retire in like Neveruary
So it's 2012 for you rappers
Put an end to them
Scorpio flamer Mortal Kombat finish him
But you, can't, blame, me
If I set this stage on fire
Game spitter flame spitter, lame niggas
Couldn't bang with us or hang with us
The same niggas
Went against me, trying to partnership me now
Cold enemies on that partner shit now
Cause they know I go hard as a tombstone
Any sign of disrespect
Know you in the goon zone
Anywhere you see me at know
I got that tool on
Make a nigga sound good like that autotune on
Labels keep calling they worster
Than my bitches rappers speak my name I say
They worster than these snitches
This is the blueprint
Beginning of some new shit
But nah this ain't Jay Z
This Meek Milly baby
Louie belt v neck chillen in my AP
Dawg I go crazy like I got rabies
I'm the man in my city
If you ask around the town they
Say nobody fucking with me
So you've got so many diamonds
You wear all the finest clothes
And your grill is shining
As you're drivin down the streets of gold
But you, can't, blame, me
If I set this stage on fire
You wear all the finest clothes
And your grill is shining
As you're drivin down the streets of gold
But you, can't, blame, me
If I set this stage on fire
My new bitch she a whore
Cause she fuck with Gucci
And she fuck with Prada and
She mess with Louie
I heard she fuck with Benji
She know that he be with me
Acting like a groupie
I let her Jimmy chew me
Her shoes be Giuseppe, mines be D squared
Double straps on them, nine hundred a pair
Ya, nominate me grinder of the year
Cause I be up early in the morning
Trying to grind me up a square
Just to get that dough, on your marks set go
Trying to move them O's like tic tac-toe
When I see them hoes they be all trying to go
Joe ass niggas they be all trying to roll
But we don't move D's we
Just move with the heat
Live by the gun in the cold of the streets
Supposed to make it hot not
Cold in the streets
Same niggas running around they done
Told in the streets
But this is the life, what it's like
By any means necessary
I'mma go and get it and
Retire in like Neveruary
So it's 2012 for you rappers
Put an end to them
Scorpio flamer Mortal Kombat finish him
But you, can't, blame, me
If I set this stage on fire
Game spitter flame spitter, lame niggas
Couldn't bang with us or hang with us
The same niggas
Went against me, trying to partnership me now
Cold enemies on that partner shit now
Cause they know I go hard as a tombstone
Any sign of disrespect
Know you in the goon zone
Anywhere you see me at know
I got that tool on
Make a nigga sound good like that autotune on
Labels keep calling they worster
Than my bitches rappers speak my name I say
They worster than these snitches
This is the blueprint
Beginning of some new shit
But nah this ain't Jay Z
This Meek Milly baby
Louie belt v neck chillen in my AP
Dawg I go crazy like I got rabies
I'm the man in my city
If you ask around the town they
Say nobody fucking with me
So you've got so many diamonds
You wear all the finest clothes
And your grill is shining
As you're drivin down the streets of gold
But you, can't, blame, me
If I set this stage on fire