Hold On Wait A Minute Yall Thought I Was Finished Lyrics

Hold On Wait A Minute Yall Thought I Was Finished Lyrics By Meek Mill. Hold up wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished? When I bought that Aston Martin y’all thought it was rented? Flexin’ on these n^^as, I’m like Popeye on his spinach.

Hold On Wait A Minute Yall Thought I Was Finished Lyrics

Ain’t this what they’ve been waiting for?You ready?

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like thisSo I had to grind like that to shine like thisIn a matter of time I spent on some locked up s–tIn the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wristsSee my dreams unfold, nightmares come trueIt was time to marry the game and I said, “Yeah, I do”If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed viewGot a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, “Achoo”Like a n^^a sneezed, n^^a please before them triggers squeezeI’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in betweenOf what we started, lil’ n^^a but I’m lionheartedThey love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departedI go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m an artistNo crawlin’, went straight to walkin’ with foreigns in my garageGot foreign b^^hes menagin’, f–kin’, s^ckin’, and swallowin’Anything for a dollar, they tell me get ’em, I got ’emI did it without an albumI did s–t with MariahLil’ n^^a I’m on fire

Icy as a hockey rink, Philly n^^a I’m FlyerWhen I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leasedThen I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peaceHater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lotPhantom so big, it can’t even fit in the parking spotYou ain’t talkin’ bout my n^^as then what you talkin’ bout?Gangstas move in silence, n^^a and I don’t talk a lotI don’t say a word, I don’t say a wordWas on my grind and now I got what I deserve f–k n^^aHold up wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?When I bought that Aston Martin y’all thought it was rented?Flexin’ on these n^^as, I’m like Popeye on his spinachDouble M, yeah that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m the lieutenantI’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m brokeThat Lambo, my new b^^h, she don’t ride like my ghostI’m ridin’ around my city with my hands strapped around my toastCause these n^^as want me dead and I gotta make it back homeCause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milkThese n^^as tryna take my life, they f–k around get killedYou f–k around, you f–k around, you f–k around, get smokedCause these Philly n^^as I brought with me don’t f–k around, no jokeAll I know is mu^^er, when it comes to meI got young n^^as that’s rollin’ I got n^^as throwin’ b’sI done did the DOAs, I done did the KODs

Every time I’m in that b^^h I get to throwin’ 30 G’sNow I’m hangin’ out that drop head, I’m ridin’ down on CollinsThey let my n^^a Ern back home, that young n^^a be wildin’We young n^^as and we mobbin’, like Batman and we’re robbin’ (Robin)This two-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin’I’m like real n^^a what up, real n^^a what upIf you ain’t about that mu^^er game then p^^y n^^a shut upIf you diss me in yo’ raps, I’ll get your p^^y a^^ stuck upWhen you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t goodCatch me down in MIA, at that heat game on woodWith that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I couldBoy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o’clockAnd they be throwin’ deuces on the same n^^a they watchAnd I’m the king of my city cause I’m still callin’ them shotsAnd these lames talkin’ that bulls–t the same n^^as that flockI’m the same n^^a from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lockThe same n^^a that came up and I had to wait for my spotAnd these n^^as hatin’ on me, hoes waitin’ on meStill on that hood s–t, my Rolls Royce on EThey gon’ remember me, I say remember meSo much money have ya friends turn into enemiesAnd with these beef I turn my enemies to memoriesWith them bricks they go from 40 ain’t no 10 a key, hold upBroke n^^a turned rich, love the game like MitchAnd if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon’ still s^ck my d–k?It was somethin’ ’bout that Rollie when it first touched my wristHad me feelin’ like that dope boy when he first touched that brickI’m gone

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