No Games (Remix) - Meek Mill

Meek Mill

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No Games (Remix) - Meek Mill 歌词

Say no names, play no games

(Ain't no bottles on yo table, p**sy boy go hey yo gwalla)

REMIX! Untouchable Empire, yours truly

(We some rich a** niggas and surrounded by these models)

MasterMind, Meek Milly, Wale

(My vehicle foreign, I'm buried in foreign)

Three rich young niggas, and Future, rich young niggas

(And I go hard for that paper)

Can't play no games with these niggas

Can't play no games with these hoes

They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go

No games, no games

No games

Can't play no games with these niggas

Can't play no games with these hoes

They treat us like the Goodfellas everywhere that we go

No no no no no no no no no no no noooo, no no no no no no - no games

HUH! Remix! Remix! (WHOOP!)

We got the streets screamin' God loose

Game on base, no sitter (HUH!)

Look we the sh*t! We the sh*t (HUH!)

WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!

Ain't no bottles on your table, p**sy boy go get your gwolla

(Niggas slide, niggas ride, huh?)

Hustlin' is a habit and we might not see tomorrow

(Niggas wanna take mine? Check)

The world is yours, I've got them calling me Tony

Double M on the top, ni**a we bigger than Sony

If you step on my toes, I write your name on my wall

He claim that he a soldier, fold up a flag for his momma

I've got gold in my blood, born a son of a king

I'm as real as they come, oh it's a wonderful dream

On the phone Farrakhan gave me my first Quran

We joined hands, said a prayer, may Allah bless the don

Ain't nowhere to run, already sold out the seats

We been them niggas, better go ask them freaks

Lipstick on my cheeks, extortion all through my vows

They say it's suspicious all this money I found

Go give me the crown, you niggas been in denial

We the hottest niggas out, my ni**a Kanye'll vouch

The devil in a dress, Rozay in the chest

Push it to the limit it's a OG in the flesh

Countach on the prowl Lamborghinis I fiend

Ferrari addiction b**ch it's a wonderful thing

I need me a needle cause Double R like to lean

Mastermind on the way, top of 2014

Okay! Petticoat is in that Rafe, heard her say I look like steak

All these f**kin' a** fish, ni**a take a look at my face

I was never known for rentin', nah, gon' and take a look at my plate

Paper taggin' when I mash, glide, do it like a ni**a on skates

I don't even think they see me, hoes disappear, Houdini

I get what I wanna, you would think I own a genie

If I ain't on my corner, probably on your TV

Pimping these hoes like Joseline,"why you do that Stevie?"

Play no games with these b**ches, they treat me like I'm Tony

I put cheese on you rats, get hit with that macaroni

Bout them collard greens all these rappers be acting phony

You sold your soul for some food and went broke, now you salty

You want your cornbread?

Give me that, give me that, get me that, niggas that's old bread

Spending that, flipping that, get it back with my old heads

Small face hundred, my ni**a we call that more bread

You don't want me goin' in! Meek Milly

Uh.. niggas talking reckless, but they barely moving records

Niggas talking Rayful, but can't even move a pebble

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! WHOOOO~! (Duck!)

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!

They shooting at whoever

Look, I ain't tryna be no killer

But I know I got beaucoup of 'em that's with me

D'Ussé on that Rémy, quit 'em if they linger

You get them Jordan feet, I give these hoes Mutumbo fingers

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!

Too raw for these niggas

Wale Folarin, I'm playing them all

Like A-Rod to these niggas

And I pick 'em apart with that flow

And my car beyond what y'all drove

And I got a few top optional, every night is Marti Gras, ho!

And I heard your boy this scared ho

So we down in Florida Joe we ain't playing no more

I'm finna bully you artists, being Incognito

Ain't no bottles on your table, p**sy boy go get your gwalla

(Remix! Remix! Remix!)

Hustlin' is a habit and we might not see tomorrow

(DJ's all around the world, Double MG, le'go)

Ain't no bottles on yo table, p**sy boy go hey yo gwalla

(MasterMind, Double M, Tracy T, Fat Trel, Stalley - WHOOO!)

We some rich a** niggas and surrounded by these models

My vehicle foreign (we the richest) I'm buried in foreign (WHOO! Let get it, get it)

I put all that on ery'thang (get it, get it), my niggas is some savages (WHOO! Get it, get it - BANG!)

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