Meek Mill, Yung Rover - Tomorrow lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill, Yung Rover - Tomorrow lyrics]
(Cheese, his name is Cheese) go, go, go
Yeah (Cheese)
Ah, I've been in my (I've been in my)
I've been in my (I've been in my)
I've been in my motherfuckin' bag
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah)
He say he want smoke with me
I might get him smoked tomorrow
Speakin' on my dead homies on the 'Gram
He got to go tomorrow
I be on that money 'cause all that
Violence I might go too far (Brrt)
If I be honest
I ain't really respond 'cause I
Ain't even knowin' y'all
Pretty thing suckin' all on this
D until she choke out
Extendo in this Glicky, can't еven hide it
It's gon' poke out (Uh, huh)
Keepin' in mind my businеss
Havin' my hoes all at my ho house (Mine)
Two hundred bands to go to the club
And I ain't really tryna go out
(No, I ain't) hundred racks on me
Give her ten bands if she show out
(Ten bands)
Got to keep that strap on me never
Know how it's gon' turn out (Brrt)
Take her to a island, somewhere private
She ain't even heard about
Playin' nonchalant but I know I'm
That nigga they worry 'bout
Gettin' head all in the air
Bad bitch top tier, that ain't even fair
(Fair) trapper of the year, walk in the bank
(Frrt) , check gon' clear (Clear)
Pillow talk wit' her
Y'all niggas be weird, I really be sharin'
(Weirdos) give some ones to her
Might fuck her real good
I don't really be carin' with
None of these hoes
I don't wanna be playin' (None of 'em)
This Rolls so new, it drive it'self
I don't really be steerin' (Skrrt)
Virgil made this Louis on me his self like
"What it he wearin'?" (What?)
I'm gon' pop my shit and buy myself
I'm with my mans
Even whenever I'm up, I get in that van
(Slide)
He say he want smoke with me (Blow)
I think he should blow it off (yeah)
My young boy tryna spin today
I don't think he should go at all (Brrt)
He still went today 'cause he so crazy
Think he know it all
Fell in love with slidin'
So we turned him to a bowlin' ball
(yeah, yeah)
Choppin' shit (Choppin' shit, baow)
You would think I with
The school for culinary (Brrt)
Freeze his 'Gram
Make them use his last post as obituary
(yeah, come here)
Ain't no one on one, we stomp you out
You know we stick together
(Know we stick together)
He know I can't trust him with this pole
We never blick together (yeah, yeah)
She just bought this Royal
Don't fuck with these hoes
She got her shit together
(Don't fuck with these hoes)
Bitch I'm in my bag, that's why they mad
(I'm in my bag)
We finna be rich forever (yeah)
Meek my murder twin, all they hear was
"Brrt" when we get together
(That my murder twin)
I'll spank a nigga with this switch
This shit like disciplinary (Brrt, come here)
You ain't seen me coming?
Bitch what's wrong? Oh, yo' vision blurry?
(Oh, you ain't seen me comin'?)
You ain't see that Hellcat in yo' rearview?
Hear that engine roarin'?
(You ain't see that 'Cat?)
They tell me put my gun
Down, but, I'm beefin'
Fuck I'ma listen for?
(Bitch, I'm beefin')
Oh, I'm not a rapper, I'm a trapper
What you lookin' for?
She want me to fuck her good (yeah)
I ain't gon' give a fuck tomorrow
(I ain't gon' give a fuck)
He say he got smoke with me (Smoke)
He might not wake up tomorrow (Brrt)
She wanna put that pussy on me (Pussy)
Fuck her good and never call her (Never)
223s in traffic now (yeah)
They know I'm forever ballin' (What up?)
(Promotional use only)
Yeah (Cheese)
Ah, I've been in my (I've been in my)
I've been in my (I've been in my)
I've been in my motherfuckin' bag
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah)
He say he want smoke with me
I might get him smoked tomorrow
Speakin' on my dead homies on the 'Gram
He got to go tomorrow
I be on that money 'cause all that
Violence I might go too far (Brrt)
If I be honest
I ain't really respond 'cause I
Ain't even knowin' y'all
Pretty thing suckin' all on this
D until she choke out
Extendo in this Glicky, can't еven hide it
It's gon' poke out (Uh, huh)
Keepin' in mind my businеss
Havin' my hoes all at my ho house (Mine)
Two hundred bands to go to the club
And I ain't really tryna go out
(No, I ain't) hundred racks on me
Give her ten bands if she show out
(Ten bands)
Got to keep that strap on me never
Know how it's gon' turn out (Brrt)
Take her to a island, somewhere private
She ain't even heard about
Playin' nonchalant but I know I'm
That nigga they worry 'bout
Gettin' head all in the air
Bad bitch top tier, that ain't even fair
(Fair) trapper of the year, walk in the bank
(Frrt) , check gon' clear (Clear)
Pillow talk wit' her
Y'all niggas be weird, I really be sharin'
(Weirdos) give some ones to her
Might fuck her real good
I don't really be carin' with
None of these hoes
I don't wanna be playin' (None of 'em)
This Rolls so new, it drive it'self
I don't really be steerin' (Skrrt)
Virgil made this Louis on me his self like
"What it he wearin'?" (What?)
I'm gon' pop my shit and buy myself
I'm with my mans
Even whenever I'm up, I get in that van
(Slide)
He say he want smoke with me (Blow)
I think he should blow it off (yeah)
My young boy tryna spin today
I don't think he should go at all (Brrt)
He still went today 'cause he so crazy
Think he know it all
Fell in love with slidin'
So we turned him to a bowlin' ball
(yeah, yeah)
Choppin' shit (Choppin' shit, baow)
You would think I with
The school for culinary (Brrt)
Freeze his 'Gram
Make them use his last post as obituary
(yeah, come here)
Ain't no one on one, we stomp you out
You know we stick together
(Know we stick together)
He know I can't trust him with this pole
We never blick together (yeah, yeah)
She just bought this Royal
Don't fuck with these hoes
She got her shit together
(Don't fuck with these hoes)
Bitch I'm in my bag, that's why they mad
(I'm in my bag)
We finna be rich forever (yeah)
Meek my murder twin, all they hear was
"Brrt" when we get together
(That my murder twin)
I'll spank a nigga with this switch
This shit like disciplinary (Brrt, come here)
You ain't seen me coming?
Bitch what's wrong? Oh, yo' vision blurry?
(Oh, you ain't seen me comin'?)
You ain't see that Hellcat in yo' rearview?
Hear that engine roarin'?
(You ain't see that 'Cat?)
They tell me put my gun
Down, but, I'm beefin'
Fuck I'ma listen for?
(Bitch, I'm beefin')
Oh, I'm not a rapper, I'm a trapper
What you lookin' for?
She want me to fuck her good (yeah)
I ain't gon' give a fuck tomorrow
(I ain't gon' give a fuck)
He say he got smoke with me (Smoke)
He might not wake up tomorrow (Brrt)
She wanna put that pussy on me (Pussy)
Fuck her good and never call her (Never)
223s in traffic now (yeah)
They know I'm forever ballin' (What up?)
(Promotional use only)