Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Pillow Talk ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill – Pillow Talk ( Lyrics)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
We got Glocks (Glocks) on Glocks (Glocks)
Blocks (Blocks) on blocks (Blocks)
We got hoes (Hoes) on hoes (Hoes)
We put thots on thots, gang
Verse 1: Meek Mill
None of my bitches is regular, none of them switches is regular, we put on them blicks
You gotta watch what you said it was, I’m playin’ chess on these niggas, I’m really equipped
Niggas cannot get ahead of us, floorin’ it side on the side , I’m really the shit
Spoke on my neighbor, he really bitch, if I speak in his tongue then it’s really a hit
Woah, that was a double play, youngin a savage and he tryna double back
I tell him, “Chill”, he want the funeral, he too for real
He tell me he want him dead, I’m in the field
Like I’m a runnin’ back, I’m tryna tell him that I’m really comin’ back
I’m with the Bully Boys, I’m really chillin’, well, he tryna kill ‘em boys, I’m tryna, ah
I’m tellin’ killers that I want my money back
Niggas that owe me, I don’t even want it back
Niggas they know me, I never been pussy
You act like I’m pussy, I’m gettin’ in front of that
Threw me that pussy, I’m gettin’ in front of that (Five in the front)
I was tryin’ out that mop, that lil’ shawty was tellin’ me, “Come in there, oh no, like where is the rubber and rose gold?”
Van Cleefs all my freaks (Van Cleefs)
Chanel on all my hoes (Woah)
Buss down all my sons (Yeah)
AP all my bros
Chorus: Meek Mill
Let’s eat (Let’s eat), let’s eat (Let’s eat)
Let’s eat (Chow down), let’s eat (Chow down)
Verse 2: Meek Mill
I get to your counted release (Release)
We tryin’ that paper for lease (Chow down)
I feel like a dime, I pull up to Swan
The top down when I’m whippin’ her down
Glock down, I won’t really respond
The opps down, I ain’t really town
Not really around, I feel like a circle
Get them bitches, I’m bendin’ ‘em down
They really be clowns, these niggas is Urkles
When we catch ‘em, we strippin’ ‘em down
Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross
Let’s eat, let’s eat, let’s eat, let’s eat
Let’s eat, let’s eat, let’s eat, let’s eat
Let’s eat (Richie Ravioli), let’s eat (Let’s eat)
Let’s eat (Chow down), let’s eat (Chow down)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Huh, Maybach Music)
Verse 3: Rick Ross
Diamonds drippin’, killer steppin’, never come with confession (Never)
Call of Duty, all my shooters know to follow directions (Han)
Cars are garage kept (Yes), shootout’s a contest (Yes)
So place a bomb bet (Yes), you haven’t won yet? (Never)
We thick on our corners (Ha), come and get a small bonus (Get it)
This what you call moments, pillow talkin’ informant (Rat)
Catch you flyin’ your bonnet (Rat), time to pay more than hommage (Rat)
Want us all in confinement (Rat), but that’s not the assignment (Rat)
Real estate is invested (Han), got ten mill’ on my necklace (What?)
All my niggas get money (Nigga), success just so infectious (Nigga)
Had some road in my drop (Drop), but I do my stocks (Big glass)
Shy away from the stocks (Han), hands on with the blocks
Got the pistols with switches but gave my hitters permission (Facts)
If you hood and you snitchin’ (Facts), time to start a petition (Facts)
It’s too good to be true (True), it’s to good to be you (Nigga)
Got a spa on the jet (Woo), so send a masseuse
Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross
Let’s eat (Let’s eat), let’s eat (Let’s eat)
Let’s eat (Chow down), let’s eat (Chow down)
I get to your counted release (Release)
We tryin’ that paper for lease
Let’s eat (Let’s eat), let’s eat (Let’s eat)
Let’s eat (Chow down), let’s eat
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Chow down)
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