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lirik lagu pillow talk – rick ross & meek mill

[intro: meek mill]
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas 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 b*tches is regular, none of them switches is regular, we put on them bl!cks
you gotta watch what you said it was, i’m playin’ chess on these n*ggas, i’m really equipped
n*ggas cannot get ahead of us, floorin’ it side on the side , i’m really the sh*t
spoke on my neighbor, he really b*tch, 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 k!ll ’em boys, i’m tryna, ah
i’m tellin’ k!llers that i want my money back
n*ggas that owe me, i don’t even want it back
n*ggas they know me, i never been p*ssy
you act like i’m p*ssy, i’m gettin’ in front of that
threw me that p*ssy, 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 b*tches, i’m bendin’ ’em down
they really be clowns, these n*ggas 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’, k!ller 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 n*ggas get money (n*gga), success just so infectious (n*gga)
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 (n*gga)
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)

- rick ross meek mill

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