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letra de tomorrow - meek mill

[intro: meek mill]
(cheese, his name is cheese)
go, go, go
yeah (cheese)
ah, i’ve been in my— (i’ve been in my—)
i’ve been in my— (i’ve been in my—)
i’ve been in my motherf-ckin’ bag (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah)

[chorus: meek mill]
he say he want smoke with me
i might get him smoked tomorrow
speakin’ on my dead homies on the ‘gram, he got to go tomorrow
i be on that money ’cause all that violence i might go too far (brrt)
if i be honest, i ain’t really respond ’cause i ain’t even knowin’ y’all
[verse 1: meek mill]
pretty thing suckin’ all on this d until she choke out
extendo in this gl!cky, can’t еven hide it, it’s gon’ poke out (uh-huh)
keepin’ in mind my businеss
havin’ my hoes all at my ho house (mine)
two hundred bands to go to the club, and i ain’t really tryna go out (no, i ain’t)
hundred racks on me, give her ten bands if she show out (ten bands)
got to keep that strap on me never know how it’s gon’ turn out (brrt)
take her to a island, somewhere private, she ain’t even heard about
playin’ nonchalant but i know i’m that n-gga they worry ’bout
gettin’ head all in the air
bad b-tch top tier, that ain’t even fair (fair)
trapper of the year, walk in the bank (frrt), check gon’ clear (clear)
pillow talk wit’ her
y’all n-ggas be weird, i really be sharin’ (weirdos)
give some ones to her, might f-ck her real good
i don’t really be carin’ with none of these hoes
i don’t wanna be playin’ (none of ’em)
this rolls so new, it drive itself, i don’t really be steerin’ (skrrt)
virgil made this louis on me his self like, “what it he wearin’?” (what?)
i’m gon’ pop my sh-t and buy myself, i’m with my mans
even whenever i’m up, i get in that van (slide)

[chorus: meek mill & yung ro]
he say he want smoke with me (blow)
i think he should blow it off (yeah)
my young boy tryna spin today
i don’t think he should go at all (brrt)
he still went today ’cause he so crazy
think he know it all
fell in love with slidin’, so we turned him to a bowlin’ ball (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: yung ro]
choppin’ sh-t (choppin’ sh-t, baow), you would think i with the school for culinary (brrt)
freeze his ‘gram
make them use his last post as obituary (yeah, come here)
ain’t no one on one, we stomp you out
you know we stick together (know we stick together)
he know i can’t trust him with this pole
we never bl!ck together (yeah, yeah)
she just bought this royal
don’t f-ck with these hoes, she got her sh-t together (don’t f-ck with these hoes)
b-tch i’m in my bag, that’s why they mad (i’m in my bag)
we finna be rich forever (yeah)
meek my murder twin, all they hear was, “brrt” when we get together (that my murder twin)
i’ll spank a n-gga with this switch
this sh-t like disciplinary (brrt, come here)
you ain’t seen me coming? b-tch what’s wrong?
oh, yo’ vision blurry? (oh, you ain’t seen me comin’?)
you ain’t see that h-llcat in yo’ rearview?
hear that engine roarin’? (you ain’t see that ‘cat?)
they tell me put my gun down, but, i’m beefin’, f-ck i’ma listen for? (b-tch, i’m beefin’)
oh, i’m not a rapper, i’m a trapper, what you lookin’ for?

[chorus: yung ro]
she want me to f-ck her good (yeah)
i ain’t gon’ give a f-ck tomorrow (i ain’t gon’ give a f-ck)
he say he got smoke with me (smoke)
he might not wake up tomorrow (brrt)
she wanna put that p-ssy on me (p-ssy)
f-ck her good and never call her (never)
.223s in traffic now (yeah)
they know i’m forever ballin’ (what up?)
[outro]
(promotional use only)

- meek mill

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