Who The Fuq Is Stevie J? By Meek Mill
Released : 2017
Who the fuq this nigga Stevie J?
Who the fuck! Is Stevie J?
Philly (Jahill Beats Holla at me)
These niggas pussy, can’t respect these niggas. (Pussy) Wooh.
They finna make me drop a check on niggas. (Fuck them niggas) Wooh.
I heard these niggas actin’ foul now. (Foul now)
Till we slide up on them put that tech on niggas. (Here we go)
Ever since I got some money they been acting funny. (wooh)
I got married to that paper, holy matrimony. (wooh hoo)
My niggas shooting better back up off me.
Times changed now my mom and em’ all got matching Rollies.
Every nigga round’ me on one (On one)
Every bitch around me on dope. (On coke)
Countin’ up this money with my Rollie (With my Rollie nigga)
And the forecast says it more snow.
Everytime we hear the load drop, we be making hoes drop.
Lil’ bit of baking soda, bring it back a whole lot.
And we got them pills if, niggaa like to Perc pop.
I got niggas uptown, we’re down to get served out.
I be with my real niggas screaming gang gang.
Riding dirty with the 30, let it hang hang.
Time to pull up on you with yo main thang.
I done seen the money make these bitches do some strange things.
I’ma get money (Get money)
Get to it (Get to it)
We winning (winning)
They losing (Losing)
They hating (They hate)
I knew it (I knew it)
Flooded the Jesus (Jesus)
No Judas
Wooh, woooh
I been out Miami for a week (For a week)
I got double seats all in my 6 (on my 6)
Get your botch some shoes like Cinderella (Cinderella)
She gon’ treat this D like she’s a beast.
Money, power, repect. Shit I live like what I rap.
All these niggas that got murcked.
Shit we dead bout’ that check.
Make me rub up on you niggas.
Snatch that shit up off your neck.
Super-soak that Ak, all you niggas gon’ get wet.
I hear everybody talking like they’re shooters. (Like they’re shooters)
Popping shit from their computers.
But if they act like bitches, when we see them that’s how we do em.
Everytime I see a hater I be thinking hallelujah.
I’m still moving with the same niggas, on the same shit.
Tell me why my side hoe. better than your main bitch?
Tell me why my side hoe, doesn’t speak no English?
You ain’t talking money nigga you don’t speak my language. Ho! (who the fuq is Stevie J?)
These niggas pussy can’t respect these niggas. (Pussy) Wooh.
They finna make me drop a check on niggas. (Fuck them niggas) Wooh.
I heard these niggas actin’ foul now. (Foul now)
Till we slide up on them put that tech on niggas.
I’ma get money (Get money)
Get to it (Get to it)
We winning (winning)
They losing (Losing)
They hating (They hate)
I knew it (I knew it)
Flooded the Jesus (Jesus)
No Judas
I been out Miami for a week (For a week)
I got double seats all in my 6 (on my 6)
Get your botch some shoes like Cinderella (Cinderella)
She gon’ treat this D like she’s a beast.
[Thanks To “Ish” For Submitting These Lyrics ]
○ Listen to “Meek Mill” Songs
● “Ambitionz ”
[ Quotable ]
Fuck with them niggas, teach you a lesson
Fingers on triggers, meet Smith and Wesson
I seen pussy niggas turn on me
Throw the money let it burn on ’em
If I feel like he a threat I put a bird on him
And my young hittas will swerve on him
● Pullin Up ”
[ Quotable ]
You said you never traded no
And she get the D from her favorite
That pussy got me going crazy
I know that these niggas gon’ hate it
But we only trip when we trip to Jamaica
Just tell ‘em
● “Check ”
[ Quotable ]
Look at all these young niggas, drug dealers
Lookin’ like we came up on the plug nigga
Pick that fuck that check up in the club nigga
And then buy your bitch a bag straight out of love nigga