Me (FWM) Lyrics by Meek Mill, A$AP Ferg is the latest English song from “Expensive Pain”. The song lyrics were written by Meek Mill, A$AP Ferg while the music is given by Hollywood Cole, Boi-1da.
“Me (FWM)” Track Info:
| Song | Me (FWM) |
| Album | Expensive Pain |
| Singer | Meek Mill, A$AP Ferg |
| Music | Hollywood Cole, Boi-1da |
| Lyrics | Meek Mill, A$AP Ferg |
Me (FWM) Lyrics
F**king With Me
N*g**s Ain’t F**king With Me
(N*g**s Ain’t F**king—)
N*g**s Ain’t F**king With Me
You N*g**s Ain’t F**king With Me
(woah, Woah)
Woah, Woah (woah, Woah)
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Drop (yeah)
Flew Her Out On The First Flight
Got That P***y The First Night
N*g**s Say It’s War, Then It’s On Sight
Gang, Gang (brrt)
Walk In This B***h With All This Ice
I Could’ve Came Through In A ‘rari
But Hit The Hood On My Dirt Bike, Yeah (man)
Counting These Bands Up, Been F**king
My Hands Up (F**k It Up)
I Was In Paris, I Pay For The Drill
Hit Your Mans Up (brrt)
Big Glock 40 On The Hipline
Hold My Pants Up (hold It Up)
She Was Confused, Like
“how You The G.o.a.t. In A Lamb’ Truck?
(she Like, “what?”)
F**king This Tall B***h From The Back
Say, “stand Up” (woo)
Then Put Your MotherF**king Face Down, A** Up
N*g** Been Rich Too Long For Makin’ These Songs
My N*g**, It’s Past Luck
F**king This B***h Too Long
She Offered A Threesome And I Just Passed Up
She Wanna Go In The ‘rari (too Small)
I Wanna Rip In The Wraith (let’s Go)
I Wanna Look At Thе Stars (stars)
Like I Was Hittin’ In Space (yeah)
N*g**, How You Gеt Back Home? (how He Get Back?)
Take A Look At His Case (check Him Out)
Said Her Period’s On (what Happened?)
I Put It On Her Face
N*g**s Ain’t F**king With Me
N*g**s Ain’t F**king With Me
(yeah, Yeah, Harlem)
N*g**s Ain’t F**king With Me
N*g**s Ain’t F**king With Me
(meek Mill, What Up?)
Twenty Bad B***hes Going Up With The Gang
They F**king For Free (ooh-ooh)
You Call Her Phone, I Call Her Phone
She Comin’ To Me (yeah)
Got A Boss B***h, Dominican
Slim With The Buns, Cinnamon
Friend Got The Cake Like Entenmann’s
East Coast B***h In Timberlands (yeah)
Dip With The Set Like Killa Cam
Hop On A Jet And We Get A Tan
Like Mortal Kombat When She Throw It Back
Her Friends Like, “finish Him” (right)
Run Up, Gone Flex, Huh
It Look Like I’m Looting In My Closet
With The Baguettes, Huh
I Just Hit Will Up With A Deposit (yeah)
Fill Up My Neck, Huh
Lookin’ Like Light Bugs Sittin’ On My Collar (right)
We Been Stressed, Huh, Pull Up With A Mink
Look Like I Am Chewbacca
Blocka-blocka, Turned To Shottas
If Them Coppers Try To Pop Us (ferg)
Then Go Sit At John And Vinny’s
Have Some Pasta With Some Mobsters (yeah)
Swervin’ Through Philly
I’m Hangin’ With Billies
And Nobody Really Can Stop Us (woo)
Bee-ya, Bee-ya, We Throw Dollars
Got Your Bee-ya’ P***y Popping Like
Bee-ya, Bee-ya
Why You Actin’ Like A Ho? Like A Ho
Bee-ya, Bee-ya
Why You Actin’ Like A Ho? Like A Ho
Bee-ya, Bee-ya
Get Yo’ Eyes Up Off My Dough, Off My Dough
Bee-ya, Bee-ya
Get Yo’ Eyes Up Off My Dough, Off My Dough
(that’s Right)
N*g**s Ain’t F**king With Me
N*g**s Ain’t F**king With Me (N*g**s Ain’t F**king—)
N*g**s Ain’t F**king With Me
N*g**s Ain’t F**king With Me (they Can’t Touch Us)
Twenty Bad B***hes Going Up With The Gang
They F**king For Free (F**king For Free)
You Call Her Phone, I Call Her Phone
She Comin’ To Me
Bee-ya, Bee-ya
F**king This Bad B***h From The Projects, Her Name Tia
Head Was Good, The Best On Earth Like Russ And Bia
N*g** Asked Me Did I See Her, But I Ain’t See Her
But I Did, ‘Cuz She Was Tucked In The Fahina
Spanish B***hes Going Up Like La Marina
She A Hot Girl And I’m Hot Too, Jalapeño
We Sell Work And She Wan’ Work ‘Cuz She A Pinger
We Gone Serve That Lil’ B***h
(gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang)
(gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang)