Hold on Wait a Minute Yall Thought I Was Finished Lyrics

Presenting the Lyricss of the English Song “Hold on Wait a Minute Yall Thought I Was Finished Lyrics“. The Song name is Dreams & Nightmares performed by Artist Meek Mill.

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 this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up s–t
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, “Yeah, I do”
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, “Achoo”
Like a n—a sneezed, n—a please before them triggers squeeze
I’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil’ n—a but I’m lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m an artist
No crawlin’, went straight to walkin’ with foreigns in my garage
Got foreign b—hes menagin’, f–kin’, s^ckin’, and swallowin’
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get ’em, I got ’em
I did it without an album
I did s–t with Mariah
Lil’ n—a I’m on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly n—a I’m Flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can’t even fit in the parking spot
You ain’t talkin’ bout my n—as then what you talkin’ bout?
Gangstas move in silence, n—a and I don’t talk a lot
I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve f–k n—a
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
Double M, yeah that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m the lieutenant
I’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m broke
That Lambo, my new b—h, she don’t ride like my ghost
I’m ridin’ around my city with my hands strapped around my toast
Cause these n—as want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk
These n—as tryna take my life, they f–k around get killed
You f–k around, you f–k around, you f–k around, get smoked
Cause these Philly n—as I brought with me don’t f–k around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it comes to me
I got young n—as that’s rollin’ I got n—as throwin’ b’s
I done did the DOAs, I done did the KODs
Every time I’m in that b—h I get to throwin’ 30 G’s
Now I’m hangin’ out that drop head, I’m ridin’ down on Collins
They 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 up
If you ain’t about that murder game then p—y n—a shut up
If you diss me in yo’ raps, I’ll get your p—y a^^ stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t good
Catch me down in MIA, at that heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o’clock
And they be throwin’ deuces on the same n—a they watch
And I’m the king of my city cause I’m still callin’ them shots
And these lames talkin’ that bulls–t the same n—as that flock
I’m the same n—a from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same n—a that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these n—as hatin’ on me, hoes waitin’ on me
Still on that hood s–t, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon’ remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 ain’t no 10 a key, hold up
Broke n—a turned rich, love the game like Mitch
And 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 wrist
Had me feelin’ like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I’m gone

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