Willy Wonka Lyrics

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Meek Mill - Willy Wonka Songtext

Looking like a million bucks!! Smelling like a brick or raw.
Went and bought a yellow Breitling, cuz these haters piss me off.
Throwin' all
That bullshit in the field, I'mma pick you off. (Interception!)
Still play the passenger, acting like I'm Biggie Smalls. Every time I look up, these niggas getting shook up
Cuz I'm bout to drop like the raw when it cook up. On another page tell them all pick the book up. Used to be the
Underdog but now I'm like "wassup!!" I don't even know ya'll so why would I dough ya'll. Never ever catch me bitching like
O-Dog.

Catch me in the kitchen trynna turn a couple O's hard! 40 on my hip line, ready to rock and roll off.
My style, gun a nigga down then I stroll off. I don't do the shooting my niggas will drop the load off (The Goons!). I'm
Talking special delivery. Vividly, shining on these bitches like Tiffany (Bling!!). Isn't he killing these rappers come and witness he.
Had to go the harder way to get it, like Timothy. YEAH! You grind hard then you shine hard. I'm balling the rapper version of LeBron dawg.
I be fresher than a nigga on his prime ya'll. If they don't feel me they just smell me like Pinesol. Too strong, I did this for too long.
Sour Diesel and Patron got a nigga to on. Im' gone! High as my electric. She don't wanna fuck with me on to the next bitch. On to the next
Girl. I am on the next world. With my out of space flow, hard as the bass go. Spitting 38 doe. Special, Pussy Ass Niggas got me twisted
Like a pretzel. Wait until I catch you! Arms long like I'm Armstrong, I'll stretch you!! Beat you face in and have you looking like Van Exel.

Ew! I be getting ugly on the beat. And I didn't even sign my deal, I'm getting money on these streets. I be eating everything, I be hungry on the beat! And I been always on some shit, since a youngin' in these streets. I said I'm 215 APhillyated ya'll niggas gon really hate it.
Pull up on them flying? Haters get A Millyated. They gon think I really made it. When I ride by. Diamonds in my wrist watch, looking Ta-Da!
Ah! Nigga is you hating cuz you mad or is you mad because you hating? Make your choice because we waiting. Pick your answer just like
Iverson. I just Micheal Myers him. Running circles round you rappers, I ain't even tiresome. All you niggas dissin' on me tell'em strap up.
Cuz when I get off I'm like wrestling, I just act up!! Black 'matic, tinted windows, black truck. Spray them niggas down, and back up.

Do it again, you and your friend. You did dirty execute him with 30. All of a sudden these niggas didn't deserve it. There family crying a grieving all at the service. Wonder round acting all crazy. Until we roll up on them niggas slow like Mrs. Daisy.
Hopped out the wheel, drop like a buck eighty. When the medics came and they ain't even try to save 'em. They said "call the ner, this one ain't a maybe." Mama came to view him she said "no that's not my baby. He don't look familiar." Is that getting real enough? We gon tear your brother up and show him to your mother. Yup!!!

Ha!! Flamers!!!
Meek Milly! Jahlil we did it again.
And it ain't gon stop.

Album Nothing But Flamerz (clean) (2010)

Meek Mill
  1. 1.
    In My Bag
  2. 2.
    Im Not a Rapper
  3. 3.
    Hottest In Da City
  4. 4.
    I'm the Sh*t
  5. 5.
    Prolli
  6. 6.
    Fuck B*tches , Get Money
  7. 7.
    Pledge Allegiance to My Swag
  8. 8.
    Money Like a Mufucka
  9. 9.
    Make 'em Say
  10. 10.
    Way Back
  11. 11.
    In My Bag Rmx
  12. 12.
    On the Block
  13. 13.
    We Gettin Money
  14. 14.
    Stand Up Nigga
  15. 15.
    Rat
  16. 16.
    Willy Wonka
  17. 17.
    I'm So Fly
  18. 18.
    I Be Gettin Money
  19. 19.
    Rose Red
  20. 20.
    In My Bag Autotune (Remix)
  21. 21.
    Im Tryin
  22. 22.
    40 On My Hip
  23. 23.
    I'm Killin Em
  24. 24.
    Want It All
  25. 25.
    Oldschool
  26. 26.
    Where They Do Dat At
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