paroles de chanson War Pain - Meek Mill
Location:
Toronto;
Status:
five
star
hotel,
Four
Seasons.
Them
chumps
right
upstairs,
they
know
not
to
come
down
here
playin'
no
real
niggas.
Mood:
I'm
still
up
countin'
five
hundred
thousand
cash.
Nicki
in
the
bedroom
sleep,
life
is
good
I've
been
in
my
cell
for
a
week
straight
Locked
down
24,
no
more
Philip's
Steak
Damn,
shit's
so
real
it
seems
fake
Damn,
let
me
take
'em
to
the
green
gate
When
we
was
sellin'
white
girl
Audemar
shinin'
like
it
need
a
light
bill
These
niggas
dick
ride
like
they
don't
even
like
girls
A
hundred
thousand
for
the
jet,
yeah
that's
the
flight
bill
Damn,
cost
four
bricks
to
go
to
the
LIV
nigga
Whole
squad
on
some
shit,
that's
how
we
live
nigga
Twenty-five
bad
bitches
what
we
did
nigga
That's
fifty
different
Louboutins
bleedin'
red
nigga
Whew,
I
ain't
blood
and
I
ain't
crippin'
neither
On
the
phone
with
the
plug
talkin'
Justin
Bieber
I
made
a
milly
last
week
and
I
ain't
touch
it
neither
Straight
cash
tryna
give
'em
straight
gas
Catch
you
out
in
Brooklyn,
get
your
chain
tookin'
My
Philly
boys'll
creep
up
on
you
when
you
ain't
lookin'
With
your
lil
memes,
I
be
with
the
real
queen
Screamin'
free
the
real
Preme,
we
be
doin'
real
things
Pull
up
with
a
bad
bitch,
whippin'
somethin'
real
mean
Marchin'
all
these
fuckin'
drums
on
me
like
a
drill
team
I
be
with
my
young
niggas,
all
they
know
is
kill
things
Don't
make
me
make
a
real
scene,
uh
See
an
OVO
chain,
probably
take
that
shit
Said
dreamin'
wasn't
enough,
we
had
to
chase
that
shit
You
ain't
write
it'
nigga,
we
caught
ya,
can't
erase
that
shit
And
you
claimin'
you
HOV
now?
Why
you
state
that
shit?
Man
I
hate
that
shit,
niggas
be
talkin'
out
they
face
But
soon
as
you
body
somethin'
they
be
singin'
like
they
Drake
Wait,
niggas
dancin'
like
they
fruitcakes
Hotline
Bling
don't
get
no
bing
up
in
this
new
Wraith
Pull
up
on
the
plug,
swap
that
bag
with
the
suitcase
DC4
on
the
way,
that's
nigga's
due
date
Robbed
you
in
your
city
and
you
told
Tory
from
the
6,
you
hatin'
on
him,
Lord
knows
Culture
vulture,
now
it's
time
to
pay
the
tolls
Soft
as
the
lacrosse
team,
boy
that's
word
to
HOV
No
reply,
word
to
God
I'm
on
the
floor
still
Me
and
Nicki
watchin'
the
Sixers,
I'm
closin'
more
deals
Dreamchasers'
double
MG,
we
got
the
door
sealed
Roc
Nation,
Atlantic
Records,
I'm
on
my
fourth
deal
When
I
met
you,
you
was
on
my
dick
Asked
me
to
hold
the
DC
chain,
now
you
on
some
shit
Omelly
told
me
get
it
back
cause
he's
like
"boy's
a
bitch"
And
I'm
like,
let
him
get
it
took
cause
we
gon'
charge
'em
trips
Fuckboy,
huh
charge
you
triple
the
way
this
real
nigga
stamp.
Chasers,
ahh.
Location:
Philly;
Mood:
Glock
with
30;
Status:
triple
OG,
never
been
disrespected
without
retaliation,
chump
I've
been
in
the
hood
for
like
a
year
straight
Sippin'
dirty,
it
be
hard
for
me
to
stand
straight
Damn,
it's
time
to
cut
the
dead
weight
I'm
tryna
turn
my
CLS
into
a
red
Wraith
When
I
was
sellin'
hard
crack
you
was
scared
straight
I
dropped
9 and
bought
the
Rollie
with
the
red
face
Meek
the
one
that
got
the
mil,
the
one
that
got
the
deal
I'm
still
lampin'
with
the
shooters
and
they
poppin'
pills
These
niggas
like
to
rap
diss
they
get
popped
for
real
It's
time
to
son
these
pussy
rappers,
I'm
their
pop
for
real
I'm
the
type
to
fuck
your
mom
cause
she's
a
thot
for
real
And
I
ain't
got
one,
my
pump
playin'
shotgun
Quarterback
that
Glock,
Cam
Newton,
and
you
catch
a
hot
one
And
for
the
fam
I'll
keep
shootin'
until
the
cops
come
Reload,
double
back,
hold
up
cuz,
I
got
one
Official
only
respect
official
and
you
are
not
one
No,
we
are
not
them,
we
be
on
some
other
shit
Deep
in
them
trenches,
duckin'
narcotics
and
the
government
Tracin'
the
dollar,
flippin'
that
product,
tryna
double
shit
Chewing
like
it's
double
mint
Man,
who
you
niggas
fuckin'
with?
Hah,
hey
Meek
Mill
man,
I'ma
start
running
down
on
these
niggas
too.
Real
rap,
these
niggas
soft
and
they
frauds,
check
DC
record
nigga,
we
flawless.
Any
nigga
stepped
up
to
the
fuckin'
plate
got
rolled
over.
I
ain't
just
talkin'
to
be
talkin',
nigga,
check
the
resume.
How
many
times
we
got
to
fuck
the
city
up
for
you
niggas
to
pay
homage.
Fuck
you
niggas
talking
bout
nigga?
Slide
through
20
deep,
I'm
talkin'
bout
7 Rolls
Royces,
3 Maybachs,
20
Rollies,
30
Cubans,
25
bad
bitches,
25
Chanel
bags,
6 Caddie
trucks,
jumbo
jets.
Stop
playin'
nigga,
we
came
from
nothin'
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