Intro歌词
歌手：Meek Mill 专辑：Championships
作词 : Meek Mill/Phil Collins/Ke'noe/Nikolas Papamitrou/Anthony Joseph Tucker
作曲 : Anthony Joseph Tucker/Ke'noe/Meek Mill/Nikolas Papamitrou/Phil Collins
制作人 : Papamitrou
音频工程师 : Alex Estevez/Lou Carrao/Steven Xia
混音师 : Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
录音工程师 : Anthony Cruz
附加制作 : No Love For The Middle Child
母带工程师 : Colin Leonard
人声 : Meek Mill
Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)Feel it
Champions of the United States (Oh lord)
(And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life)
Yeah
Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)
Bombin' on any of them niggas that want the smoke (Woo)
Nigga, this a big boy Phantom,
This ain't a Ghost (It ain't)
Had to take the way from them niggas
And now they toast (**** 'em)
They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke
Amen, amen
Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)
For all my sins (All my sins)
Took so many riches just to get a Benz (Get a Benz)
Pray for my niggas (All my niggas), all my friends (Yeah)
In the trenches, warring with killas,
We been getting it in
32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)
Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)
Bad ***** **** me in my Gucci tube socks (Yeah)
'Member when I spit my re-up on a oowop, woah
Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper
Walk up in this *****,
A bunch of killers and humble trappers
I can go to Hollywood, to court in this jungle action
With niggas that'll smoke you go
And murder your brother after
Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog
Streets said they need that dope,
They having withdrawals
I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off
I'm so rich that I can't even **** a ***** raw, whoa
Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)
Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million
All this ****ing money,
I ain't got no time for chilling
We too rich to look like this
To all that killing and drug dealing
You my nigga, I ****with you, we gon' thug it out
Say it's beef? We going to war,
Nigga, let's slug it out
Be back, whoop, we at your door,
Blood in your ****ing house
I heard your daddy was a rat,
So you a ****ing mouse, nigga
Pouring champagne 'cause all my niggas dead
If they ain't in the graveyard, then they in the feds
I give a **** if that crown heavy, put it on my head
Take it to the jeweler,
Bust it down before I wear it (Yeah)
Whew, 'cause I'm a king just Martin Luther (Martin Luther)
I ain't a hater, ****my *****, nigga,
I salute ya (Salute)
I be flying jet and chopper like that shit was Uber
We finally made it out them trenches nigga,
Hallelujah, whoa
Balling like a hot boy
Diamonds dancing on me more than JB Blocboy
I'm a boss, I'm the one that call the shots, boy (Shots)
You a thottie, I won't cuff you like a cop whore,
No way (Like a cop)
Ooh, I just cashed out
How the **** you turn a bando to a glass house?
How the **** you get a two to four and bail out?
Got your favorite Instagram ***** with her ass out, hey
Make her touch her toes,
Make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)
Run up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)
Trappin' at the Waldorf, we just ****in' hoes
And they lovin' that Chanel,
They gon' sell they souls (Yeah)
Running through the gutter,
I ain't never bowl (Running)
You would think this Wheel Of Fortune,
How we selling O's (Yeah)
Plug just called, he got another load
He know I'ma get them sold
Leaning off that perc'
Young nigga still ****ing all the baddest *****es on earth
When I'm off in them trenches, I'm a hot boy like Turk
Gun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work
You get popped *****, no twerk, oh
Nigga, we trying to make that money machine break
('Chine break)
Shoot up out that van like it's teammate (Teammate)
Nigga, we used to trap up out that green gate (Gate)
80s baby, they cooked crack up in my DNA (Oh)
Ooh, scary hours
Walk outside the lear, they gon' let confetti shower
You knew what it was when they let me out it
Living like the plug, nigga,
I ain't selling powder, now way
Big bag, talking Santa Claus
Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off
Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars
Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please
作曲 : Anthony Joseph Tucker/Ke'noe/Meek Mill/Nikolas Papamitrou/Phil Collins
制作人 : Papamitrou
音频工程师 : Alex Estevez/Lou Carrao/Steven Xia
混音师 : Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
录音工程师 : Anthony Cruz
附加制作 : No Love For The Middle Child
母带工程师 : Colin Leonard
人声 : Meek Mill
Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)Feel it
Champions of the United States (Oh lord)
(And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life)
Yeah
Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)
Bombin' on any of them niggas that want the smoke (Woo)
Nigga, this a big boy Phantom,
This ain't a Ghost (It ain't)
Had to take the way from them niggas
And now they toast (**** 'em)
They ain't have no sympathy for me when I was broke
Amen, amen
Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)
For all my sins (All my sins)
Took so many riches just to get a Benz (Get a Benz)
Pray for my niggas (All my niggas), all my friends (Yeah)
In the trenches, warring with killas,
We been getting it in
32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)
Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)
Bad ***** **** me in my Gucci tube socks (Yeah)
'Member when I spit my re-up on a oowop, woah
Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper
Walk up in this *****,
A bunch of killers and humble trappers
I can go to Hollywood, to court in this jungle action
With niggas that'll smoke you go
And murder your brother after
Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog
Streets said they need that dope,
They having withdrawals
I put on my yellow diamonds when I'm pissed off
I'm so rich that I can't even **** a ***** raw, whoa
Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)
Being irritated 'cause you gotta count a million
All this ****ing money,
I ain't got no time for chilling
We too rich to look like this
To all that killing and drug dealing
You my nigga, I ****with you, we gon' thug it out
Say it's beef? We going to war,
Nigga, let's slug it out
Be back, whoop, we at your door,
Blood in your ****ing house
I heard your daddy was a rat,
So you a ****ing mouse, nigga
Pouring champagne 'cause all my niggas dead
If they ain't in the graveyard, then they in the feds
I give a **** if that crown heavy, put it on my head
Take it to the jeweler,
Bust it down before I wear it (Yeah)
Whew, 'cause I'm a king just Martin Luther (Martin Luther)
I ain't a hater, ****my *****, nigga,
I salute ya (Salute)
I be flying jet and chopper like that shit was Uber
We finally made it out them trenches nigga,
Hallelujah, whoa
Balling like a hot boy
Diamonds dancing on me more than JB Blocboy
I'm a boss, I'm the one that call the shots, boy (Shots)
You a thottie, I won't cuff you like a cop whore,
No way (Like a cop)
Ooh, I just cashed out
How the **** you turn a bando to a glass house?
How the **** you get a two to four and bail out?
Got your favorite Instagram ***** with her ass out, hey
Make her touch her toes,
Make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)
Run up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)
Trappin' at the Waldorf, we just ****in' hoes
And they lovin' that Chanel,
They gon' sell they souls (Yeah)
Running through the gutter,
I ain't never bowl (Running)
You would think this Wheel Of Fortune,
How we selling O's (Yeah)
Plug just called, he got another load
He know I'ma get them sold
Leaning off that perc'
Young nigga still ****ing all the baddest *****es on earth
When I'm off in them trenches, I'm a hot boy like Turk
Gun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work
You get popped *****, no twerk, oh
Nigga, we trying to make that money machine break
('Chine break)
Shoot up out that van like it's teammate (Teammate)
Nigga, we used to trap up out that green gate (Gate)
80s baby, they cooked crack up in my DNA (Oh)
Ooh, scary hours
Walk outside the lear, they gon' let confetti shower
You knew what it was when they let me out it
Living like the plug, nigga,
I ain't selling powder, now way
Big bag, talking Santa Claus
Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off
Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars
Ooh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please
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