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Meek Mill - 1942 Flows lyrics

[Verse 1]
Started off poor with plans to earn more
Now we own stores and f**k the baddest whores
I was on tour with n****s that's sold raw
Started selling white, we won't sell it no more
I'm like, Trump ain't feeling us, cops still k**ing us
N****s talking shots, can't stop me, they ain't real enough
Cut her off, act like she's dead and it's k**ing her
New dawn, Hermes seat, I left the ceiling up
Just to get to k** 'em softly
Ooh, get them off me, try to crucify me
Like I'm Jesus the way she cross me
I'm too bossy and too thorough to move like a weirdo
On point like a arrow, we started off with zero
Now I'm seeing M's, diamonds like water and they jumping out the gym
Shooting like Harden if your head was the rim
‘Cause n****s wanna line me like a shape up in the trim, d**n

[Refrain]
Back when I was broke, they was cool with it
Now every move I make, I'm in the news with it
Even if I ain't do it, they be like, you did it
My teacher always told me you gon' lose n***a
That's why I never to school n***a
And why I'm rapping like I got something to prove n***a
Went and brought a mansion with the pool in it
Bentley with the stamp, rocking a tool with it'

[Verse 2]
Move with it 'cause these n****s wanna take my life
No form against me, every time I pray at night
Scooping thotties in the Phantom, that's the way of life
And make them f**k their best friends like they was dykes
Reaching for the Glock, every time I play the light
I'm on 12 o'clock, every time I play 'em bikes
I'm with the pack, Uh
Getting back, yeah
Spitting dope, n***a
Selling smack, gank
I'm getting chips off music like Rap Snacks
Yeah, 10 mil in cash (?) that's a fact
Money, pie, respect
Eating, brothers on the jet
I know these n****s upset
They ain't see me fall yet
Wins and losses

[Hook/Chorus]
They wanna see me fold
And I never sell my soul
I'm on some s**t they ain't seen before
Dreaming chasing, catching all my goals
I don't need these hoes
I'm getting money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all I war
Young n****s going all out for us

[Verse 3]
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/meek-mill/wins-losses/1942-flows.html]
Bloggers in the frenzy, truck to the Bently
Ain't doing no interviews, I'm busy, n***a we litty
So when you see me out don't ask me about no Nicki
F**k I look like telling my business on Wendy
N****s gossip like queens, we was serving fiends
.40 bust your windows out, Jazmine Sullivan
They told 'em pop Molly, I told 'em to be kings
Sipping 1942 like its lean
I done seen all these n****s try to down play my dreams
So I'ma give it to them everytime I'm on the scene
Pull up, Ghost, Ghost, Wraith, Wraith when you see me
Some s**ers wanna be me and some s**ers wanna leave me I know it
I go through it, don't' show it
I told n****s who wrote it, ain't taking back what I quoted
Started off with a quarter, flipped that to a half, turned that to an ounce
Got some s**t in the stash, n***a say he gon' rob me, put a brick on his a*s
Now every k**er in my city tryna look for his a*s
And one thing 'bout Meek Milly, I'ma get to a bag
Had to starve all day just to get to it fast
like Ramadan, toting K's like it's Palestine
Real n****s and my ambiance, bottom line
Ever since I met Ross and signed a dotted line
I gave my mama like ten thousand at least a thousand times
Do the math on it

[Hook/Chorus]
They wanna see me fold
And I never sell my soul
I'm on some s**t they ain't seen before
Dreaming chasing, catching all my goals
I don't need these hoes
I'm getting money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all I war
Young n****s going out for us

[Verse 4]
Talking, this my cocky flow
D**n Daniel, why you selling Mr. Miyagi though
This that rose gold Patek, call me like '94
Mean nothing to me, I tell how it gotta go
Rain sleet
On that corner when the block was slow
Everybody was tryna trap, we started popping though
Heard that b***h say she cut me, I was like adios
In the field, knock 'em down, it look like dominos, young n***a
I turn my Impala to a Wraith, when you get a dollar they gon' hate
Bought my mom the crib with the gate, private school for all them babies
Now they straight, n***a

[Hook/Chorus]
They wanna see me fold
And I never sell my soul
I'm on some s**t they ain't seen before
Dreaming chasing, catching all my goals
I don't need these hoes
I'm getting money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all I war
Young n****s going out for us

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