Song | Indian Bounce |
Artist | Meek Mill |
Album | Mr. Philadelphia |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Ok, I be on that money low | |
Balling like K Durant, I hit you that thunder ho | |
Lightning Breitling on my wrist | |
My necklace it look sunny though | |
I’ma kill these rappers till they say Meek I don’t want no more | |
I ain’t gotta say I’m back, I was never frontin' though | |
Rappers thought they ******* with me, bottom line like underscore | |
Everything I do is hot, I give em that summer flow | |
All year around hit the stage, tear it down, hit me now, hear me now | |
Clearly pal, this Philly in its flesh | |
I ain’t never get a tat but I got Philly on my back | |
I put castle in my back, I put Gillie on that track | |
And bring that real *******t to the front, all that dissing to the back | |
Hold up, hundred thousand mixtape sold, facts | |
I got it from Jahlil that the same place I get my tracks | |
I’m slammin for my city, he put Chester on that map | |
I take em everywhere I go, I keep em closer than my strap | |
Ok, we be making hits, and you be wastin' time | |
Cause everything we put out go up like Kobe from the line | |
They told me I keep goin' and keep flowin' I’ma *******ne | |
And then they calling us the dream team, Kobe and LeBron | |
Is that your girl, I’m a g, what I rep, M-O-B | |
If he say he ******* with me, what I say, N-O-T | |
You know me, I stay fly, I stay fresh, I stay high | |
Pull up in the Maserati, tap the gas and I say bye {Skiirrt} | |
They can’t even keep up, and I ain’t even heat up | |
Wait till I sign my deal and draw my line and we gone sweep up | |
Beat the beat up, take the streets up, pop famous like a reefer | |
I’m like an iPhone volume that stop buzzin' like a beeper | |
I sneak up, ******* the game up | |
Talk leds, reel my name up | |
I done came up, from the same stuff | |
Run tracks just like a train up | |
You lame bra, what’s your name son? | |
Top 5 what I came for | |
My *******t *******ne like a rainbow, your put that ******* chain up | |
Look what you *******s made me do, *******t *******ne like baby blue | |
Pick your favorite rapper, I’ll put me and him on pay per view | |
We get busting paper too, thanks giving on your artist | |
They say my barz the craziest, my flow's just so retarded | |
Im started now wrap me up | |
Go hard, no lettin' up | |
These cops, wanna lock me down | |
Haters, wanna wet me up | |
Praying on my downfall, I know you ain’t gone help me up | |
I guess I’ll do the ground work, let Tip and Cali set me up | |
I’m gone ******* | |
I said I’m gone |
Ok, I be on that money low | |
Balling like K Durant, I hit you that thunder ho | |
Lightning Breitling on my wrist | |
My necklace it look sunny though | |
I' ma kill these rappers till they say Meek I don' t want no more | |
I ain' t gotta say I' m back, I was never frontin' though | |
Rappers thought they with me, bottom line like underscore | |
Everything I do is hot, I give em that summer flow | |
All year around hit the stage, tear it down, hit me now, hear me now | |
Clearly pal, this Philly in its flesh | |
I ain' t never get a tat but I got Philly on my back | |
I put castle in my back, I put Gillie on that track | |
And bring that real t to the front, all that dissing to the back | |
Hold up, hundred thousand mixtape sold, facts | |
I got it from Jahlil that the same place I get my tracks | |
I' m slammin for my city, he put Chester on that map | |
I take em everywhere I go, I keep em closer than my strap | |
Ok, we be making hits, and you be wastin' time | |
Cause everything we put out go up like Kobe from the line | |
They told me I keep goin' and keep flowin' I' ma ne | |
And then they calling us the dream team, Kobe and LeBron | |
Is that your girl, I' m a g, what I rep, MOB | |
If he say he with me, what I say, NOT | |
You know me, I stay fly, I stay fresh, I stay high | |
Pull up in the Maserati, tap the gas and I say bye Skiirrt | |
They can' t even keep up, and I ain' t even heat up | |
Wait till I sign my deal and draw my line and we gone sweep up | |
Beat the beat up, take the streets up, pop famous like a reefer | |
I' m like an iPhone volume that stop buzzin' like a beeper | |
I sneak up, the game up | |
Talk leds, reel my name up | |
I done came up, from the same stuff | |
Run tracks just like a train up | |
You lame bra, what' s your name son? | |
Top 5 what I came for | |
My t ne like a rainbow, your put that chain up | |
Look what you s made me do, t ne like baby blue | |
Pick your favorite rapper, I' ll put me and him on pay per view | |
We get busting paper too, thanks giving on your artist | |
They say my barz the craziest, my flow' s just so retarded | |
Im started now wrap me up | |
Go hard, no lettin' up | |
These cops, wanna lock me down | |
Haters, wanna wet me up | |
Praying on my downfall, I know you ain' t gone help me up | |
I guess I' ll do the ground work, let Tip and Cali set me up | |
I' m gone | |
I said I' m gone |
Ok, I be on that money low | |
Balling like K Durant, I hit you that thunder ho | |
Lightning Breitling on my wrist | |
My necklace it look sunny though | |
I' ma kill these rappers till they say Meek I don' t want no more | |
I ain' t gotta say I' m back, I was never frontin' though | |
Rappers thought they with me, bottom line like underscore | |
Everything I do is hot, I give em that summer flow | |
All year around hit the stage, tear it down, hit me now, hear me now | |
Clearly pal, this Philly in its flesh | |
I ain' t never get a tat but I got Philly on my back | |
I put castle in my back, I put Gillie on that track | |
And bring that real t to the front, all that dissing to the back | |
Hold up, hundred thousand mixtape sold, facts | |
I got it from Jahlil that the same place I get my tracks | |
I' m slammin for my city, he put Chester on that map | |
I take em everywhere I go, I keep em closer than my strap | |
Ok, we be making hits, and you be wastin' time | |
Cause everything we put out go up like Kobe from the line | |
They told me I keep goin' and keep flowin' I' ma ne | |
And then they calling us the dream team, Kobe and LeBron | |
Is that your girl, I' m a g, what I rep, MOB | |
If he say he with me, what I say, NOT | |
You know me, I stay fly, I stay fresh, I stay high | |
Pull up in the Maserati, tap the gas and I say bye Skiirrt | |
They can' t even keep up, and I ain' t even heat up | |
Wait till I sign my deal and draw my line and we gone sweep up | |
Beat the beat up, take the streets up, pop famous like a reefer | |
I' m like an iPhone volume that stop buzzin' like a beeper | |
I sneak up, the game up | |
Talk leds, reel my name up | |
I done came up, from the same stuff | |
Run tracks just like a train up | |
You lame bra, what' s your name son? | |
Top 5 what I came for | |
My t ne like a rainbow, your put that chain up | |
Look what you s made me do, t ne like baby blue | |
Pick your favorite rapper, I' ll put me and him on pay per view | |
We get busting paper too, thanks giving on your artist | |
They say my barz the craziest, my flow' s just so retarded | |
Im started now wrap me up | |
Go hard, no lettin' up | |
These cops, wanna lock me down | |
Haters, wanna wet me up | |
Praying on my downfall, I know you ain' t gone help me up | |
I guess I' ll do the ground work, let Tip and Cali set me up | |
I' m gone | |
I said I' m gone |