Classic (Explicit) - Meek Mill/Swizz Beatz/Jeremih Oh its hot outside man
Meek millys coming daddy
Hundred for the walkthrough I'm not who you talk to Drive by wet you up ni**a that's a carpool
Spitting all this hot sh*t every single bar cool Diamonds in the rollie face animated cartoon Call me meek milly I don't play that sh*t Got me on my nappy braids before the maybach clique Riding in the wheels of fortune pat sajak sh*t And all I rock is balmain like I made that sh*t I've been front row fashion week Looking like I'm in the show Sitting in the foreign leather softer than a dinner roll Make a movie on your b**ch tell her friend to get a role You thought she was innocent We laughing like she been a ho Chopping up those benzos
Me yo b**ch in the friend zone She told you I was friendzoned what I'm in the endzone Touchdown with a 2 point conversion Give her that dick long She busting like the clip long Uber to send your b**ch home ni**a
I got a fever b**ch hot outside I got a fever b**ch
Feeling sick I gotta fever b**ch In these philly streets situations is
Police ain't respecting the youth and
The youth ain't respecting the truth and The glock 9 on me in the booth and
All I talk is that real sh*t the truth and
The money turned your b**ch into a gold digger
The money got me feeling like the old jigga And jigga even told me you a cold ni**a They ain't believe me I was broke But I showed niggas and I told niggas That I would expose niggas Went to buy a pair of sneaks Landed at the royce dealer Brand new paper tag Haters never made me mad You get at your baby momma I'm flyer than her baby dad Looking at my neck What that cost hundred-eighty cash Looking at my b**ch she remind me of a stacey dash We was selling rock before kareem biggs damon dash Oh you think you fly with your lil' dream chasin a** We don't chase b**ches we chase money and that d'ussé Cause when you get money the hoes do whatever you say Riding in a drop head phantom with the toupe And if you're just hearing this then its probably too late
I got a fever b**ch hot outside I got a fever b**ch Feeling sick I gotta fever b**ch In these philly streets situations is
Police ain't respecting the youth and The youth ain't respecting the truth and
The glock 9 on me in the coupe and All I talk is that real sh*t the truth and
