Meek Mill

Letra de Terrorists (Im Good) (feat Lil Wayne)

Letras de Meek Mill

"Terrorists (Im Good) (feat Lil Wayne)"

Im so fucking awesome
My marbles, I lost them
Im taking everything, eveything but precaution
Yo bitches wanna call us and text us like Austin
Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous
I been on my feet since the day I started walking
Bitch I think Im MC Hammer put the nail in the coffin
Sell coke in tha drought, sell pussy at a auction
Bullets got a nigga runnin fast enough to race horses
Round here, you sniff these lines you dont cross em
Kill ya ass and leave you behind like a orphan
I swear it happens all the time, very often
Still getting baseball money, Barry Larkin
Round here we play for keeps yeah we eatin but we starvin
I get me a lil money, try to spread it like margarine
Im flyer than a motherfucka all my flights charter
Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer, IM GOOD
I say I go into my beast mode, rapper niggas I eat those
I tell a bitch take a deep breath then bend em knee like a free throw
I don't want me no good girl cause I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom, I might make a movie and start me with that Lee Rose
I ball hard like D-Rose, my stash on closet
Racks all in my pockets, these racks all on deposits
I got racks all on my conscience, money all on my mind
I got shooters on my team, they got bodies on they night
Look at that bad bitch right there, see that body on that dime
I ain't swimmin in no ho, you know I'm probably on that right
All these niggas hatin on me, but I ain't on that type
Cause I be in that back nigga and I ain't talkin bout spine
Im talking 62 red, they say a nigga too fat
You a rat, ya homie singing I should do a duet
Shawty told me she love my swag, I make that pussy too wet
You niggas spending my hoes and Im like where they do that
I dont have a conscious
All my friends are monsters
They visit me so constant
And talk to me about nonsense
Like stabbin you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxin
Bitch deuce deuce
I smoke that OG Killer Bobby Johnson
I'll ollie over that bitch head
Its Hollygrove till Im fucking dead
I did a bid for that toast
So fuck with me I treat you like butter bread
But I still go hard with no regard
Earth aint shit, bitch go to Mars
Leave a nigga dead in the gudda
It just be him a bloody ass bowling ball
Im fresh as hand sanitizers
Dont hate the game just analyze it
2 Xanax Im fantazising
About fat bitches, panny sizes
Take a bullet to the chest, be a man about it
Stop acting like a lil bitch nigga
Most of yall niggas is bitch niggas
I got a tiger in tha basement, Big Tigger
My hair longer, my dick bigger
My hair longer, my dick bigger
My hair longer, my dick bigger
My money longer, my weed stronger
I feed hunger, I no longer
Get my weed from Fee
I pull that freedom of my waist
Now watch me let freedom ring