#mill knows the drill- Millie

[dealgemeneverwarring]

De Algemene Verwarring #85 - 23 January 2023

The eighty-fifth episode of De Algemene Verwarring was broadcast on Monday January 23, 2023, and you can listen to it by clicking on the link below that will take you directly to the Mixcloud page:

https://www.mixcloud.com/MedialabKortrijk/de-algemene-verwarring-85-23-januari-2023/

Pictured below is Mark E. Smith from The Fall, no introduction needed I guess. Probably a bit weird that only after 84 episodes we use a picture from The Fall on the Tumblr page, one of the most played bands in our radio show (and yes, we do think about the photos we use on this page, I actually have a list of the photos used so as not to use a photo of the same band twice). It’s already been 5 years since Mark E. Smith passed away, and even though I’m a fan of their older work, still he is missed. The track I played in this show, Solicitor In Studio, comes from the Room To Live album, generally considered as not one of their best, but I disagree with that general opinion. Yes, it was released in between two master pieces, Hex Enduction Hour and Perverted By Language (my favorite album of the band), but that does not mean it’s a bad album. It’s useful to read Stephen Hanley’s book to know the circumstances under which the album was recorded (not ideal, i would say), but the result is a Fall album that has its place in their discography.

By the way, I know I am a bit late with this post and the only reason isthat sometimes inspiration to write something is lacking. Let me know if you read this and if these posts are interesting for you. It would be much easier for me to just post playlists but if you’re interested in my writings about the bands I play, you should let me know and I’ll do my best to continue. Anyway, other music in this episode is from i.a. Civic, Tyvek, Mitraille, Oi Boys, Josef K, The Flying Lizards, Puppet Wipes, Non Plus Temps, The Darling Buds, Hood, and Brannten Schnüre. And below the photo you can find the playlist for this show. Enjoy!

Playlist:

Civic: Flick The Station (7” “Those Who No” on Anti Fade Records, 2018)

Tyvek: Time Change (7” “Time Change/Inter City Walks” on Les Disques Steak, 2011)

Mitraille: House Paint Ad (LP”Mitraille” on Ronny Rex & Belly Button Records, 2022)

Oi Boys: La Liste (LP “Oi Boys” on Les Disques De La Face Cachée, Hidden Bay, Dans Le Vide, Maloka, Kanal Hysterik, Amour Entre Chien Et Loup, 2022)

Chain Cult: Always A Mess (7” “We’re Not Alone” on La Vida Es Un Mus Records, 2021)

Eastlink: Ansett (7” “Angel Gun/Ansett” on In The Red, 2013)

The Fall: Solicitor in Studio (LP “Room To Live”, reissue on Superior Viaduct, 2016, originally released in 1982 on Kamera Records)

Josef K: Radio Drill Time (2LP V/A “Punk 45: There Is No Such Thing As Society - Get A Job, Get A Car, Get A Bed, Get Drunk! - Vol. 2: Underground Punk And Post-Punk In The UK 1977-81” on Soul Jazz Records, 2013, originally released on a 7” in 1980 on Postcard Records)

The Flying Lizards: Summertime Blues (7” “Summertime Blues” on Virgin, 1978)

The Darling Buds: Hit The Ground (7” “Hit The Ground” on Epic Records, 1988)

Non Plus Temps: Facts Sound Like Myths (LP “Desire Choir” on Post Present Medium, 2022)

Puppet Wipes: The Peeper (LP “The Stones Are Watching & They Can Be A Handful” on Siltbreeze, 2022)

Hood: Cross The Land (CD “Compilations 1995-2002” on Misplaced Music, 2003)

Nico: The Fairest Of The Seasons (LP “Chelsea Girl”, reissue on MGM Records, ?, originally released in 1967 on Verve Records)

Bloedneus en de Snuitkever: Nysneus (LP “Milli Mille” on Kraak, 2022)

Brannten Schnüre: Nassgeregnet (LP “Das Glück Vermeiden” on Quirlschlängle, 2022)

#radio show #de algemene verwarring #punk #post punk #new wave #pop music #experimental music #noise #drones

[sweetviktory]

@murder-machine-mitzy

      His jawbreaker like eyes narrowed at the other. Striker grinned frightfully as he paced around the other, his tail thrashing like a cat’s, ready to pounce. Yellow and black lines narrowed, a particularly spectacular golden tooth shining among the sea of yellow.

   “Shhhhh. Quiet.” He hissed out, grabbing Mildred and holding a knife to her throat. ‘’Don’t say a fucking word.’’

   Blood oozed down his back. Mildred had gotten him good. But he was made of stronger stuff than that.

   It was supposed to have been simple, shoot the ditzy blueblood and get the hell out, but it appeared his luck wasn’t on his side. Mildred’s husband had found the rifle, and the fight must have attracted first his wife, then their child.

   Striker started edging towards the door, still holding Mildred. “You. Grab your daddy.” He gestured his head towards the prone form.

#better than you- Striker #murder-machine-mitzy #hope this is okay! #mill knows the drill- Millie

[nyfd-engine-32]

For the relationship ask 👨‍🏫 +🧡. With Avery teaching her all about the fire service

[From Mills @bloodsoakedxbandages ]

"We're gonna have to be quiet...I think Vincent's still on shift somewhere." Avery grins as he pulls Millie into the firehouse with him, taking her into the equipment room.

He knows he shouldn't really be doing this, especially not with Vincent nearby, but he can't help himself, wanting to help Millie with some of the stuff she might need for her work in the department. It smells a little in the kit room, but he knows it isn't isn't bad, so he ignores it and gestures for him to follow him. His first port of call is the rack of spare lines, which he knows are still there for drill practice.

"I'll show you how to coil the lines quickly, first. The academy does it slow." Avery informs her, taking a hose from the hook and slinging it over his shoulder, unabashedly showing off.

#bloodsoakedxbandages #i hope this works for you! #NYFD: Engine 32 🚒 - on call

[eamonwhalen]

Rap I Like 2019

65 of the best rap songs of the year. Collected on a playlist here. 

1. Mustard featuring Roddy Ricch - Ballin’

2. Maxo Kream - Meet Again

3. NBA Youngboy - Rebels Kick It

4. Polo G - Through The Storm

5. Nimic Revenue - Paramount

6. Young Thug - Just How It Is

7. Future - Promise U That

8. 03 Greedo - Visions

9. Mozzy - I’ll Never Tell Em Shit

10. Kemba featuring Portugal. The Man - The Feels

11. Mach-Hommy featuring Tha God Fahim - Mozambique Drill

12. G-Herbo - Scratchy and Itchy

13. Benny The Butcher - 5 to 50

14. Chester Watson featuring Blu - Sanity

15. DaBaby featuring Offset - Baby Sitter

16. Navy Blue - Higher Self

“Walk for miles on these timid toes Ten of em, on my own Medicine, to the dome Heaven sent, we bestowed Represent, all I know Search within I was turning grief into gold”

17. Roddy Ricch - Prayers to The Trap God

18. Tree and Vic Spencer - Nothing is Something

“Seen the brillo pad in my pop’s car, dog I knew what that meant.”

19. MIKE - Goin’ Truuu

20. Nipsey Hussle featuring Roddy Ricch - Racks In The Middle

21. Chris Crack - Safe Sex Saves Money

22. Megan Thee Stallion - Pimpin’

23. YG featuring Meek Mill - Heart 2 Heart

“The homie had his chin down, I told him, "Put your chin up."

24. Freddie Gibbs and Madlib - Situations

25. Tree - Letter To My Sons

“SHRIMPS WITH THE MUSSELS DAMN, HITS OF THE TRUFFLE JAM”

26. Koffee featuring Gunna - W

27. Sada Baby - Skuba Dolph

28. Pivot Gang - Bible

29. 2 Chainz - Threat 2 Society

30. Gunna - Richard Millie Plain

31. Denzel Curry featuring Ice Billion Berg - CAROLMART

32. Lil Keed - Snake

33. Kossisko - Superficial

34. Noname, Saba and Smino aka Ghetto Sage - Haagen Dazs

35. B. Cool Aid - Syrup Hands

36. Young Nudy - Keep It 100

37. Stormzy - Vossi Bop “Fuck the government and fuck Boris.”

38. Mavi - Eye/I and I/Nation

39. Mozzy and Gunplay - Bail Bond

40. CHASE B featuring Sheck Wes and Young Thug - MAYDAY

41. Kevin Gates - Walls Talking

42. JAH-MONTE - Anime Avi

“I’m a god, y’all are Kirk Frank.”

43. ALLBLACK featuring Kossisko - 304

“My Cambodian n****as blacker than Barack Obama.”

44. Danny Brown - Savage Nomad

45. KEY! - Naturally

46. Black Milk - Black NASA

47. Earl Sweatshirt featuring Mavi - EL TORO COMBO MEAL

48. OMB Peezy - My Youngin

49. JPEGMAFIA - Post Verified Lifestyle

50. Spote Breeze and Daoud - Kaleidoscope 

51. Rod Wave - Abandon

“Now here's a toxic trait that I have. I beg for distance when I'm mad. But being distant, we won't last.”

52. Quelle Chris - Straight Shot

53. Gang Starr featuring M.O.P - Lights Out

54. Big K.R.I.T. - Family Matters

55. JayDaYoungan - Repo

56. Yung Bans - I Don’t Even Crip

57. RJ featuring Young Thug - Time

58. Blac Youngsta - Court Tomorrow

59. Maxo - Kinfolk

60. Boogie - Swap Meet

61. Fly Anakin and Big Kahuna OG - Baggington

62. Trippie Redd - Under Enemy Arms

63. Doja Cat - Rules

64. Quando Rondo - Dope Boy Dreams

65. Brockhampton - No Halo

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Offended

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Offended

(feat. Young Thug & 21 Savage)

M-m-m-murda Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

[Young Thug:] Yeah, yeah Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry God damn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’ I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

Molly, my cup look like bath salt And I’m too high horsed for asphalt Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault Pay everybody like a cash card I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR The Rollie stainless, stainless We young and rich and we dangerous I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga Bend the money down like a Philly nigga Make me catch you slipping then incrim nigga The bulletproof can take a missile nigga I got benji on me and he cripping nigga I done wrapped the benji in the city ho I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga Put a swimming pool in the living room How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga Rock star lifestyle Your hoe’s going wild

[Meek Mill:] Saint Laurent shorty and totting that.40 we move through the city like BMF Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang, only difference them bitches they VVS I know these bitches gon’ change, fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check If you do not fuck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down Swing through your block better not sweep it back Land on your spot where your peoples at Smoke you where ever we see you at You don’t want no problem so keep at that ‘Fore you get your man murdered Hitters in the van lurking I put bread on the beef Turn it to a hamburger Put that paper on the scale nigga Little homies talking big money When the wars on you’ll tell nigga Put a bag on your man hitta When them things hit ’em that’s an L nigga So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga And that’s all I’m a tell niggas in the zip

[Young Thug:] Yeah, yeah Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’ I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

[21 Savage:] Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shot a nigga, whoa Hundred shotters with me, whoa VVSs on me, whoa VVSs on me, bling Badaboom, badabing, 21 Mob shit send the hit shoot up your car shit Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21 We put them drums in them carbons, 21 We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21 I might take your chain if it sparkle, facts Street nigga really came from nothing Strip a nigga like Caine cousin Kill a nigga then you saying something You was talking, nigga I was hustling We was shooting, nigga you was ducking You was texting, nigga I was fucking I was betting nigga, you was bluffing Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts) Car foreign and my gun Russian Sneak dissing get a concussion 21, 21, 21

[Young Thug:] Yeah, yeah Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’ I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

Who is Meek Mill

Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.

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[thesassybooskter]

LOVE GAME by Maggie Wells: Excerpt & Giveaway

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These successful professionals may know something about sex…but discover they’re clueless about love.

 She’s earned her position

Kate Snyder is at the top of her game. She scored her first national championship at Wolcott University in her undergrad days, and now she’s the coaching legend of the #1 college women’s basketball team. No one knows the meaning of the phrase “work your way up” better than Kate. So when the university hires a football coach trying to escape scandal—paying him a lot more than she earns—Kate is more than annoyed.

He just sailed into his

Danny McMillan had hoped for a smooth transition at Wolcott, but fiery Coach Snyder made that impossible. Every time he and Kate are in a room together, snark and sparks fly. Danny gets her frustration, but her pay grade isn’t his problem, right? When Kate and Danny finally see eye to eye, their sparks turn into something even hotter…and they need to figure out if this is more than just a game.

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 “Afternoon, Coach Snyder,” Danny called as Kate crossed to the edge of the practice field. “What brings you here?”

“I was just driving by on my way home, and I saw you boys out here.”

She made one of those flirty, fluttery gestures meant to deflect and distract. It wasn’t until Danny caught himself staring at those graceful fingers that he realized how powerful a weapon it truly was. Giving himself an internal shake, he forced himself to step forward rather than retreat. This was his turf, damn it. Literally.

What little action he had happening on the field ground to a halt. The players who were pulling cell phones out of he didn’t want to know where and snapping photos. As if her appearance marked the start of coffee break time.

He nodded to the milling players and raised his voice. “As you can see, we have our work cut out for us. Don’t we, fellas?”

The phones disappeared, and his team snapped back into action. After all, they had an audience to impress now.

“Nice of you to stop by.” He managed a smile he hoped wasn’t as dorky as it felt. He couldn’t make a bigger fool of himself than the gaggle of man-children showboating up and down the field. “I can’t wait to crash one of your practices.”

A hint of color appeared in her cheeks, and she lowered her gaze, shuttering the flash of annoyance that flared in those mesmerizing eyes. She swayed slightly, and his body followed, leaning into her as if they were connected by an invisible string.

A string their esteemed athletic director seemed to be determined to snap.

Mike executed an expert pivot and inserted his shoulder between them, effectively drawing Danny’s attention. “Other than the Green/Gold game, Coach Snyder doesn’t hold open practice sessions.”

Glancing from the AD to the glorious woman across from him, Danny forced a tight smile. “Yeah, I never did either, but I guess there’s no way to block the lookie-loos out here.”

Kate’s eyebrows rose. “Lookie-loos?” Her smile was syrupy sweet. She leaned in closer and lowered her voice. “If that’s the case, I hope you can find some soon.” She made a point of scanning the nonexistent sidelines for equally nonexistent fans. “Seems kind of…sad out here.”

Kate glanced down, and her smile widened as she backed away. “The Sentinel is looking for an interview,” she announced, darting a glance at Mike.

Danny frowned, confused by the swift change in topic. “The Sentinel? Why are you telling us this? You the new secretary or something?”

Mike nearly cracked one of Danny’s ribs with his pointy elbow. Kate, of course, caught the not-so-subtle warning. Her eyes narrowed, and her jaw tightened. But when she spoke, her drawl was as thick as molasses.

“Or something. I’m pretty booked up with the filming for NSN, but I figured I’d mention this to you.” She fixed him with a disconcertingly direct stare. “Hey, they did a profile on you once, didn’t they?”

They did a hatchet job on him just after the debacle, but he saw no need to acknowledge what they all knew.

“Caught it on a replay last week.”

She flashed her championship smile again, but there was no warmth behind it. As a matter of fact, it felt a helluva lot like a shank of cold steel piercing his gut.

“Anyhow, I was thinking maybe you’d want a shot at a more friendly news outlet, so I thought I’d pass it along. I’m nothing if not a team player.”

Message delivered, she turned on her heel and started back toward her car. Ice queen or not, he watched her walk away. He couldn’t help himself. Hell, there wasn’t a man alive who wouldn’t be drawn in by the subtle sway of her hips.

“Don’t even think it, man,” Mike said, his voice low and ominous.

Danny shot him a glance. “Think about what?”

“You know what.”

The edge in Mike’s tone barely registered. Another male voice called, “Hey, Coach! Heads up!”

Danny jerked his head up, but once again, no one was looking at him. They were all focused on Kate.

A young man in a cropped practice jersey cocked his arm and let the ball fly. The high, tight spiral arced nearly the width of the field. A gust of spring wind pinned Kate’s shirt to her lithe frame. She stepped into the pass, her palms open and her fingers spread wide and welcoming. Her low, throaty laugh rippled across the field as she secured the ball and feinted to her left. The players on the field erupted into whoops and catcalls, and she grinned as she brushed the hair from her face. She tossed the ball underhand to a nearby assistant and then waved to the boys before starting for her car.

Danny stood transfixed until she reached the driver’s door, willing her to look up once more. But he got no sneaking peeks or coy smiles from Kate Snyder. No, when she looked up, she stared directly at him, her chin lifted, her hair dancing in the spring breeze. They stood there, locked in silent challenge, and all the sounds of the drills being run on the scrubby field faded away. Then she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, “Hey, Coach, get your head in the game!”

Danny had to laugh. At last, he’d met a worthy opponent. And all the warnings in the world couldn’t stop him from getting in the game. He lifted a hand in a half wave.

“Get crossways with her, and there’s nothing I can do to save you,” Mike reminded him.

He spared his friend a glance. “I thought you and your pal Millie wanted us to get crossways.”

“You know what I’m saying.”

Danny nodded once and turned his attention back to the field. “Who threw that?”

“Kilgorn. Wide receiver,” Mike answered without missing a beat.

“He’s our new quarterback.”

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About Maggie Wells

By day, MAGGIE WELLS is buried in spreadsheets. At night she pens tales of people tangling up the sheets. The product of a charming rogue and a shameless flirt, you only have to scratch the surface of this mild-mannered married lady to find a naughty streak a mile wide. She has a passion for college football, processed cheese foods, and happy endings. Not necessarily in that order. She lives in Arkansas.

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[sweetviktory]

The obligatory tag drop

#better than you- Striker #an imp and pony show- Blitzo #val-visection- Valentino #broken hearts and shiny stars- Stolas #right into the noose- Katie Killjoy #not a possum- Moxxie #mill knows the drill- Millie #addiction is a powerful thing- Angel Dust #dressed with a smile- Alastor #death on the rocks- Husk #The beginning of something excellent- memes

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War Pain

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War Pain

(feat. Omelly)

[Intro – Meek Mill:] Location: Toronto; Status: five star hotel, Four Seasons. Them chumps right upstairs, they know not to come down here playin’ no real niggas. Mood: I’m still up countin’ five hundred thousand cash. Nicki in the bedroom sleep, life is good

[Verse 1 – Meek Mill:] I’ve been in my cell for a week straight Locked down 24, no more Philip’s Steak Damn, shit’s so real it seems fake Damn, let me take ’em to the green gate When we was sellin’ white girl Audemar shinin’ like it need a light bill These niggas dick ride like they don’t even like girls A hundred thousand for the jet, yeah that’s the flight bill Damn, cost four bricks to go to the LIV nigga Whole squad on some shit, that’s how we live nigga Twenty-five bad bitches what we did nigga That’s fifty different Louboutins bleedin’ red nigga Whew, I ain’t blood and I ain’t crippin’ neither On the phone with the plug talkin’ Justin Bieber I made a milly last week and I ain’t touch it neither Straight cash tryna give ’em straight gas Catch you out in Brooklyn, get your chain tookin’ My Philly boys’ll creep up on you when you ain’t lookin’ With your lil memes, I be with the real queen Screamin’ free the real Preme, we be doin’ real things Pull up with a bad bitch, whippin’ somethin’ real mean Marchin’ all these fuckin’ drums on me like a drill team I be with my young niggas, all they know is kill things Don’t make me make a real scene, uh See an OVO chain, probably take that shit Said dreamin’ wasn’t enough, we had to chase that shit You ain’t write it’ nigga, we caught ya, can’t erase that shit And you claimin’ you HOV now? Why you state that shit? Man I hate that shit, niggas be talkin’ out they face But soon as you body somethin’ they be singin’ like they Drake Wait, niggas dancin’ like they fruitcakes Hotline Bling don’t get no bing up in this new Wraith Pull up on the plug, swap that bag with the suitcase DC4 on the way, that’s nigga’s due date Robbed you in your city and you told Tory from the 6, you hatin’ on him, Lord knows Culture vulture, now it’s time to pay the tolls Soft as the lacrosse team, boy that’s word to HOV No reply, word to God I’m on the floor still Me and Nicki watchin’ the Sixers, I’m closin’ more deals Dreamchasers’ double MG, we got the door sealed Roc Nation, Atlantic Records, I’m on my fourth deal When I met you, you was on my dick Asked me to hold the DC chain, now you on some shit Omelly told me get it back cause he’s like “boy’s a bitch” And I’m like, let him get it took cause we gon’ charge ’em trips

[Interlude – Meek Mill & Omelly:] Fuckboy, huh charge you triple the way this real nigga stamp. Chasers, ahh. Location: Philly; Mood: Glock with 30; Status: triple OG, never been disrespected without retaliation, chump

[Verse 2 – Omelly & Meek Mill:] I’ve been in the hood for like a year straight Sippin’ dirty, it be hard for me to stand straight Damn, it’s time to cut the dead weight I’m tryna turn my CLS into a red Wraith When I was sellin’ hard crack you was scared straight I dropped 9 and bought the Rollie with the red face Meek the one that got the mil, the one that got the deal I’m still lampin’ with the shooters and they poppin’ pills These niggas like to rap diss they get popped for real It’s time to son these pussy rappers, I’m their pop for real I’m the type to fuck your mom cause she’s a thot for real And I ain’t got one, my pump playin’ shotgun Quarterback that Glock, Cam Newton, and you catch a hot one And for the fam I’ll keep shootin’ until the cops come Reload, double back, hold up cuz, I got one Official only respect official and you are not one No, we are not them, we be on some other shit Deep in them trenches, duckin’ narcotics and the government Tracin’ the dollar, flippin’ that product, tryna double shit Chewing like it’s double mint Man, who you niggas fuckin’ with?

[Omelly:] Hah, hey Meek Mill man, I’ma start running down on these niggas too. Real rap, these niggas soft and they frauds, check DC record nigga, we flawless. Any nigga stepped up to the fuckin’ plate got rolled over. I ain’t just talkin’ to be talkin’, nigga, check the resume. How many times we got to fuck the city up for you niggas to pay homage. Fuck you niggas talking bout nigga? Slide through 20 deep, I’m talkin’ bout 7 Rolls Royces, 3 Maybachs, 20 Rollies, 30 Cubans, 25 bad bitches, 25 Chanel bags, 6 Caddie trucks, jumbo jets. Stop playin’ nigga, we came from nothin’

Who is Meek Mill

Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.

#Meek Mill - War Pain Lyrics #Meek Mill 4-4 Pt 2 Album #Meek Mill LyricsArray

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Fa Sho

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Fa Sho

[Hook – Tdot Illdude:] I be getting money fucking hoes Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of things on me everywhere I go If you on the other side then you got to go Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho

[Verse 1 – Meek Mill:] I’ve been getting money on the low Type of nigga buy a Birken for your hoe Hundred thousand on me everywhere I go Bought a Range just to drive it in the snow Fuck you niggas talking shit is lit Riding dirty got the chopper in the Bent Got your baby momma trying to get a flick Now nigga tell your baby momma fuck up off my dick I’m just cooling with my young niggas She in the VIP with all these drug dealers Acting like she never fucked with you And she told me that you a fuck nigga When you popping like we popping my nigga ain’t no laying low Mixing that Givenchy with Valentino camo Fuck on the air mattress all in the bando Dabbing like I’m Cam tho Touchdown, yeah hoe

[Hook – Tdot Illdude:] I be getting money fucking hoes Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of things on me everywhere I go If you on the other side then you got to go Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho And the streets know my name that’s fa sho, sho

[Verse 2 – Meek Mill:] Yea, mobbing at the clear port Richard Milli all plain like the air port Therefore I am flyer than an air force Looking devilish I pull up in that red Porsch Now we got your bitch up on the money train I heard she fucking what’s his name and what’s his name We only know your wifey by her Twitter name I only pop the perc so I don’t feel the pain Feel the pain, feel the pain, make them feel the flame All these corny niggas winning I don’t know who to blame But maybe its the internet, I’ve been busy counting money you should do the same Every nigga round me got a body Shorty with me trying to kick it like karate In my DM acting thirsty word to Gotti And it be going down when I pull up to the party

[Hook – Tdot Illdude:] I be getting money fucking hoes Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of things on me everywhere I go If you on the other side then you got to go Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho

[Verse 3 – Meek Mill:] I’m still balling, money still calling I’m on my eigth Rollie, niggas still talking Flood the whole band, it look like real water Ticket after ticket I feel like I’m will calling Niggas hating on me I don’t feel for ’em Cause my South Philly niggas kill at will for ’em And my North Philly niggas do the drill for ’em The lawyers paid nigga made me spend a mil on ’em, pussy! Blow the motherfucking money on these niggas

[Hook – Tdot Illdude:] I be getting money fucking hoes Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of things on me everywhere I go If you on the other side then you got to go Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe Hundred bands on me everywhere I go Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho

Who is Meek Mill

Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.

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