Cory Gunz Ft. Meek Mill - YMCMB MMG Lyrics

Cory Gunz Ft. Meek Mill - YMCMB MMG

[verse 1: cory gunz]
stare is blank when the trigger face
lil nigga with a bigger base
know me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now
i'll make 2012 with a number dial
talking that shit; dont know who they rapping with
pause, i say fuck em fast, rabbit dicks
i turn the booth to a maggot pit
she appear when i wave the david banner wrist
gettin money, you niggas seein me like my mother home
she's bitchin her dog is back with another bone
hollar for a dollar, to swallow back
i hit her right off of twitter, now follow that
i'm booking face, my network is social
young money, cash money, we coach who coach you
slow up them protools with them loco vocals
what you know to, don't do, nigga
i'm your go-tos, go-to
plot, once you try i approach you quiet with the toast too
fire, i will smoke you
tie, any man, bear hand choke you
silence is what i go to
violent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist
find the burner and they solving the case
murder in the place, let is dislove in his waist
i don't give a fuck if your moms and all is in the play
get your pops, get popped, nigga pop off
get a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off
glock and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off
get clocked, when it tick, get tocked off
block niggas, by the block when its blocked off
swat looking for the yatch when is docked off
in the spot where niggas plot to get bopped, pause
and when the waps stop then ya top off

[verse 2: millz]

ymcmb doublem g, you know me
old school flow like kool mo dee
coastal flow, i move low key
make a move ot
get a brick for the low
95 south get a chick that would go
every 36 let the bitch get an o
i put it in the hood that bitch better snow
in the middle of summer, do numbers
niggas better run from us that, front us
that mac-10 with a drummer, they want us
tell them niggas run up, get done up
when that automatic get clappin like cory gunz when he rapping
that shit be spitting so fast, and my niggas we platinum
and i'm... on the way i'm going glow, i put my pressy on
30 thou, like a got a camero chevy on
i go loud around the neck give em a heavy one
and niggas sleeping on me, guess i get my freddy on
nightmare on you record labels
i tell em put the dirty money on the other table
you ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money
that martin luther king, i had a dream money
i can tell you niggas never seen money
we sellin white girl, gettin christine money
aguilera, i'm in the panorama
niggas whisper when i come through, i can barely hear em
i know these niggas looking, i can't see em though
my daddy in the grave, i make you meet em though
they call me, mister "fuck a nigga" i don't need a ho
cause i got my paper up, its time to get my haters up
i'm gone!

bitch!

i'm gone!

mmg ymcmg

Meek Mill - I'm A Boss Lyrics

Meek Mill - I'm A Boss

(Mmek mill) look ı be ridin threw my old hood, but ım ın my new whip, same old attitude but ım on that new shit, they say they gone rob me, see me neva do shit, cause they know thats the reason thats gone put em on a news clips, audemar on my wrist,..bustdown we poppin bottles like ı scored the winnig touchdown, memba meek dead broke, look at me up now,ı run my city fron south philly back to uptown, thank god, all these bottles ı popped, all this paper i been gettin, all these models ı popped, ı done sold 100,000 before my album got drop'd , an ım only 23 ım the shit now look at me,, look at me ım a boss like my nıgga rozay, shawty ask'd me for a check, ı told that bitch like no way, cause ı made ıt from the bottom it was neva no way, an ı neva had a job, u know ı had to sell yahhhh, bitch ım a boss, ı call the shots, ım with the murder team call the cops, we ın the building ,u are not, u short on the paper, u gone ball or not...

Chorus

(rozay) got so many shades they thought ı had a lazy eye, shorty rode me smooth as my mercedes rıde,, no love cry when only babıes dıe,an when ı go that casket better cost a hundred thou, ı pray ta god ı look my kıller ın hıs eyes, snatch hıs soul up out that shırt lets take hım for that rıde, o g ıs one who standın on hıs own feet, a boss ıs one who guarantee we gone eat, fuck a blog dawg cause one day we gone meet,ımma spazz on yo ass lıke ım on e , or a double stack better nıgga double that, jerry jones money nıgga u a runnıng back, hershall walker, bo jack, rıcky waters , better run that dope back, boss, an ı put that on my maybach foe hundred thouu bıtch u wısh u saved that....

Chorus

(meek mıll) couple cars ıont neva drıve, bıkes ıont neva rıde, crıb ı aınt neva been,pool ıont neva swım,fool u aınt better, ı move lıke the presıdent, err thang black on black u know ı be strappn that,ratt'n ass nıggas walkın round wearn wıres fuckın up the game got the hood on fıre bıtch ımma kıng call me sıre, ıf u say ı dont run my cıty u a muthafuckıng lıer....bbıtch ımma boss, u a fraud u cross the lıne ı get u murdered full cost, out ın vegas ı twıst them laws, at the fıght we watchın floyd we on the floor, scared money dont make no money, ıf ı eva go broke ımma take yo money, ı aınt neva dropped a dıme, u aınt take nun from me, ın the hood err day ım gud wat ı say.....bıtch ım a bossssssss

Meek Mill - Roman Revenge Lyrics

Meek Mill - Roman Revenge

I’ve been spiting fire like a dying dragon
(repeats)

I’m Meek Mill
Follow me bitch
Don’t you spit girl
Swallow my each
If I had a dollar
Every model I hit
And a corner
For every single .. I zip
I’ll probably make a fort
My .. is a short
I’m partyin’ in a tour
Party party some more
Back stage going ..
..on the floor
Try to win all the game
I’ve been .. in a break
I’m verified
Give me my stamp
I’m underrated
Pay the rent
Every time you … I play the rem
You like ..
You want the face of a champ
I’m Freud
You’re my new toy
I’m .. boy
You’re looking like a boy
And this isn’t abuse
This is the truth
.. I shit in the boob
So many ..listening to this snoop
..out the street
.. with the truth
Getting money
Now you hate
This is what you do?
You ever play with that?
What it that you do?
Put a bullet in the gut
And pull it to you
You pull it to your bank
And if the hammer don’t bang
You pull out against you
You .. your brain bang
Hater
I’m way past you
You know I’m too way past …
And I know I’ve made my movement
.. to show you we’re some shit
.we’re the best
At the ..
They’re gonna tell you
You’re a mess
.. say the right thing
You don’t need to ..
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
…
I got it in
I got it out
Who ..
Let me shut him out

Meek Mill - Ball To Da Max Lyrics

Meek Mill - Ball To Da Max