Sharing Locations (feat. Lil Baby & Lil Durk) (Explicit)
Meek Mill"Sharing Locations (feat. Lil Baby & Lil Durk) (Explicit)" is a song by Meek Mill, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:01 long and contains 62 lines and 471 words.
0:10I got a little bitch from the hood I call her gang
0:13She don't play with that bae shit
0:15I be fuckin this NBA nigga bitch
0:16'Cause she know I ain't never gonna say shit
0:18New contract big like I play ball, little boy
0:20Ain't nothing to play with
0:21I told her pull up she told me she can't
0:22Her nigga be sharing locations
0:24I was riding in the ghost with the ghost gun
0:26Seen you out with your kids so you owe one
0:27And my man in the can while you taking out the trash
0:29He gon' pop up with the mac like don't run
0:30Gave her a pill they all get high, you ever had a foursome?
0:33It's too much cash for me to hide
0:35I had to give little bro some
0:37I fuck her raw from time to time
0:38I don't show no emotion
0:40But when he died he had them racks
0:42He had to make a go fund
0:43I hang with the hitters who train the killers
0:45Who send all the niggas on slow runs
0:46I got me a check, and I bought me a cat
0:48And I went on the block and did donuts
0:49I hang with all the murderers
0:51I'm paying all the lawyers for the murderers
0:55I'm putting all my dice on the murderers
0:58You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers
1:03Rolls Royce swervin'
1:04Famous bitch curvin'
1:05Seen you out in traffic
1:07You was looking nervous
1:08Ran it up on accident
1:10Then they thought it was on purpose
1:11I know for a fact I'm blasting mine
1:13I never get too worried
1:15Hundred racks in hundreds
1:16Stick like cursive, I been selling verses
1:18One time I lied inside my song
1:20I ain't gonna buy no Burkin
1:21Homicide on my mind
1:23When I slide I ain't trying see no hearse
1:24He ain't even die by the gun
1:26Took a fake pill, nigga died off percs
1:27Shorty look perfect, pussy was worth it
1:30Go get her some purses
1:31My diamonds be hitting like we in a Versus
1:32We sticking together this shit in a cursive
1:34I'm fuckin' with Durkio
1:35I just left the jeweler with Baby, bought two anniversaries
1:37Go to Atlanta to Copper Cove me
1:39Bad little bitches all on me
1:40Way too ranked up, ain't no exposing me
1:42She wanna go to the mall
1:43Got up and went to the pop up at Louis in Soho and ordered it all
1:46I'm in this bitch with the voice and the hero, these niggas is weirdos
1:49Ain't going this hard
1:50I'm from the P, that's gang
1:51All these niggas know me I hang with...
1:53I hang with all the murderers
1:55I'm paying all the lawyers for the murderers
1:58I'm putting all my dice on the murderers
2:01You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers
I got a little bitch from the hood I call her gang She don't play with that bae shit I be fuckin this NBA nigga bitch 'Cause she know I ain't never gonna say shit New contract big like I play ball, little boy Ain't nothing to play with I told her pull up she told me she can't Her nigga be sharing locations I was riding in the ghost with the ghost gun Seen you out with your kids so you owe one And my man in the can while you taking out the trash He gon' pop up with the mac like don't run Gave her a pill they all get high, you ever had a foursome? It's too much cash for me to hide I had to give little bro some I fuck her raw from time to time I don't show no emotion But when he died he had them racks He had to make a go fund I hang with the hitters who train the killers Who send all the niggas on slow runs I got me a check, and I bought me a cat And I went on the block and did donuts I hang with all the murderers I'm paying all the lawyers for the murderers I'm putting all my dice on the murderers You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers Rolls Royce swervin' Famous bitch curvin' Seen you out in traffic You was looking nervous Ran it up on accident Then they thought it was on purpose I know for a fact I'm blasting mine I never get too worried Hundred racks in hundreds Stick like cursive, I been selling verses One time I lied inside my song I ain't gonna buy no Burkin Homicide on my mind When I slide I ain't trying see no hearse He ain't even die by the gun Took a fake pill, nigga died off percs Shorty look perfect, pussy was worth it Go get her some purses My diamonds be hitting like we in a Versus We sticking together this shit in a cursive I'm fuckin' with Durkio I just left the jeweler with Baby, bought two anniversaries Go to Atlanta to Copper Cove me Bad little bitches all on me Way too ranked up, ain't no exposing me She wanna go to the mall Got up and went to the pop up at Louis in Soho and ordered it all I'm in this bitch with the voice and the hero, these niggas is weirdos Ain't going this hard I'm from the P, that's gang All these niggas know me I hang with... I hang with all the murderers I'm paying all the lawyers for the murderers I'm putting all my dice on the murderers You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers
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