Massaging Me Lyrics – Meek Mill
We turn Miami to Sky-ami
We do this without any shenani’
She ready, spaghetti (Yeah, yeah)
I’m throwin’ them baguettes (Yeah, yeah)
I’m cuttin’ *** up like machete (Uh)
More hundo, the solo, I’m ripped
The king, I’m the GOAT, I’m your daddy
Put my finger in her ***, VVS’
Hit her like a *** star, I came heavy
She can tell my persona, that’s the difference
Put it down in her tonsils
I’m responsible, ***, I’m doin’ my numbers
No matter what I done conquered
I’m goin’ back in and goin’ bonkers
Bad ***, she wearin’ a different bag in all her pics
As long as she listenin’, ain’t doing nothin’ suspicious, know that *** be glistenin’
*** inspire me, get more money and I go out to get it
*** massaging me ’cause she know I’m gettin’ these mills consistent
*** massaging me ’cause she know I’m gettin’ this money consistent
*** massaging me ’cause she know I’m gettin’ these racks consistent
*** massaging me ’cause she know I’m gettin’ these racks consistent
Tell me you proud of me
Every time I come through and I hit it, no one fly as me
I been like this since-since I was an infant
Gang, we ’bout to go to Miami (Let’s go)
She tryna jump out her *** (Oh, ***)
I’m gettin’ harder to handle, I’m pullin’ up, foreign AR with the Phantom (Brrt)
I don’t *** some of my favorite famous *** backstage at the Grammys (Okay)
I done *** some of my favorite Instagram *** back seat of the Phantom
And we in the center, I’ma get her some sandals
It’s lit like a candle, I’m lightin’ her up
Last ten years been walkin’ it, lit, they be droppin’ confetti, we pipin’ it up
Came in Aventador, coupe too small, I swapped for the Urus, get right in truck
Came with the ***, but left with the boss
Every time I call, she wipe me up
Hit, ***, you ain’t never had ***
Stick some fine bad *** on the couch, like, “Pick one” (Which one?)
They off the pills, I’m off the skrill, but still gon’ *** like six times
Trophies, I’m livin’ life, you know me
I’m a real sniper, I put on my scopey
She spend a night, got a Rollie (Shh)
I told a ***, “Be quiet,” yeah
Treat me like a Rolls Royce Ghosty (Player)
I’m in my hood, I’m a pioneer
But, I’m keepin’ that Glock on me closely (Right here)
Niggas, they talk on the ‘net, but, we ballin’ for real
I’m like, “*** out my face” (*** out of here)
Know the *** jet, we goin’ to Miami
But, she poppin’ up MIA (She out of there)
I’m poppin’ out when it’s poppin’, I pop up and everything go out my way (I’m poppin’)
*** sayin’, “PPA,” this track we plottin’ goin’ away, yeah
We turn Miami to Sky-ami
We do this without any shenani’
She ready, spaghetti (Yeah, yeah)
I’m throwin’ them baguettes (Yeah, yeah)
I’m cuttin’ *** up like machete (Uh)
More hundo, the solo, I’m ripped
The king, I’m the GOAT, I’m your daddy
Put my finger in her ***, VVS’
*** inspire me, get more money and I go out to get it
*** massaging me ’cause she know I’m gettin’ these mills consistent
*** massaging me ’cause she know I’m gettin’ this money consistent
*** massaging me ’cause she know I’m gettin’ these racks consistent
*** massaging me ’cause she know I’m gettin’ these racks consistent