Willy Wonka lyrics

[Meek Mill]

Looking like a million bucks!! Smelling like a brick or raw
Went and bought a yellow Breitling, cuz these haters p*ss me off
Throwin' all
That bullsh*t in the field, I'mma pick you off. (Interception!)
Still play the passenger, acting like I'm Biggie Smalls. Every time I look up, these n*ggas getting shook up
Cuz I'm bout to drop like the raw when it cook up. On another page tell them all pick the book up. Used to be the
Underdog but now I'm like "wassup!!" I don't even know ya'll so why would I dough ya'll. Never ever catch me b*tching like
O-Dog

Catch me in the kitchen trynna turn a couple O's hard! 40 on my hip line, ready to rock and roll off
My style, gun a n*gga down then I stroll off. I don't do the shooting my n*ggas will drop the load off (The Goons!). I'm
Talking special delivery. Vividly, shining on these b*tches like Tiffany (Bling!!). Isn't he killing these rappers come and witness he
Had to go the harder way to get it, like Timothy. YEAH! You grind hard then you shine hard. I'm balling the rapper version of LeBron dawg
I be fresher than a n*gga on his prime ya'll. If they don't feel me they just smell me like Pinesol. Too strong, I did this for too long
Sour Diesel and Patron got a n*gga to on. Im' gone! High as my electric. She don't wanna f*ck with me on to the next b*tch. On to the next
Girl. I am on the next world. With my out of space flow, hard as the bass go. Spitting 38 doe. Special, pus*y Ass n*ggas got me twisted
Like a pretzel. Wait until I catch you! Arms long like I'm Armstrong, I'll stretch you!! Beat your face in and have you looking like Van Exel

Ew! I be getting ugly on the beat. And I didn't even sign my deal, I'm getting money on these streets. I be eating everything, I be hungry on the beat! And I been always on some sh*t, since a youngin' in these streets. I said I'm 215 APhillyated ya'll n*ggas gon really hate it
Pull up on them Flying Spur Haters get A Millyated. They gon think I really made it. When I ride by. Diamonds in my wrist watch, looking Ta-Da!
Ah! n*gga is you hating cuz you mad or is you mad because you hating? Make your choice because we waiting. Pick your answer just like
Iverson. I just Micheal Myers him. Running circles round you rappers, I ain't even tiresome. All you n*ggas dissin' on me tell'em strap up
Cuz when I get off I'm like wrestling, I just act up!! Black 'matic, tinted windows, black truck. Spray them n*ggas down, and back up
Do it again, you and your friend. You did dirty execute him with 30. All of a sudden these n*ggas didn't deserve it. There family crying a grieving all at the service. Wonder round acting all crazy. Until we roll up on them n*ggas slow like Mrs. Daisy
Hopped out the wheel, drop like a buck eighty. When the medics came and they ain't even try to save 'em. They said "call the coroner, this one ain't a maybe." Mama came to view him she said "no that's not my baby. He don't look familiar." Is that getting real enough? We gon tear your brother up and show him to your mother. Yup!!!

Ha!! Flamers!!!
Meek Milly! Jahlil we did it again
And it ain't gon stop