Meek Mill ● Tomorrow

[Intro: Meek Mill]
(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
Go, go, go
Yeah, ah, I've been in my
I've been in my motherfuckin' bag

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
He say he want smoke with me
I might get him smoked tomorrow
Speakin' on my dead homies...⇣ More

[Intro: Meek Mill]
(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
Go, go, go
Yeah, ah, I've been in my
I've been in my motherfuckin' bag

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
He say he want smoke with me
I might get him smoked tomorrow
Speakin' on my dead homies on the 'Gram, he got to go tomorrow
I be on that money 'cause all that violence I might go too far
If I be honest, I ain't really respond 'cause I ain't even knowin' y'all




[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Pretty thing suckin' all on this D until she choke out
Extendo in this Glicky, can't even hide it, it's gon' poke out
Keepin' in mind my business
Havin' my hoes all at my ho house
Two hundred bands to go to thе club and I ain't really tryna go out
Hundred racks on me, givе her ten bands if she show out
Got to keep that strap on me never know how it's gon' turn out (Brrt)
Take her to a island, went private, she ain't even heard 'bout
Playin' nonchalant but I know I'm that nigga that they worry 'bout
Gettin' head all in the air
Bad bitch top ten, that ain't even fair
Trapper of the year, walk in the bank, check gon' clear
Pillow talk [?]
Y'all niggas be weird, I really be sharin'
Give some ones to her, might fuck her too good
I don't really be carin' 'bout none of these hoes
I don't wanna be playin'
This Rolls so new, it drive itself, I don't really be steerin' (Skrrt)
Virgil made this Louis on me, [?] like, "What it he wearin'?"
I'm gon' pop my shit and buy myself [?]
And whenever I'm up I get in that van (Slide)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
He say he want smoke with me
I think he should blow it off
My young boy gon' slide today
I don't think he should go at all
He still went today 'cause he so crazy
He think he know it all
Fell in love with slidin', so we turned hit o a bowlin' ball

[Verse 2: Yung Ro]

Yeah, yeah
Choppin' shit, you would think I'm with the school for culinary
Freeze his 'Gram
Make them use his last post as a obituary
Ain't no one on one, we stomp you out
They know that we stick together
He know I can't trust him with this pole
We tote this blick together
Yeah, yeah
She just bought this Ryal
Don't fuck with these hoes, she got her shit together
Bitch I'm in m

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