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Meek Mill - Northside Southside Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

Yeah, look on the 'net and they talkin' 'bout bannin' me
Just left the dealer, I told him to Phantom me
I cannot be with no niggas that's fans of me, no kizzy (no kizzy)
I don't know why these lil' niggas be playin' with me
Murder for murder, they ain't understandin' me
Touch one of mine, that shit end with your family (brrt)
Perkies, thirties, young niggas shootin' like Currys
Walkin' in the club, no searchies
Whack him for a check, yessirski
Spinnin' (spinnin'), sinnin'(sinnin')
Sinnin' (sinnin'), winnin' (winnin')
I know the way that we livin' that we probably goin' to Hell any minute
He never been on a mission, I see in his eyes, I can tell if he bitchin' (I can tell)
Treat him like Trey, get out the car, I know they gon' tell if he did it
My dawg got them tickies for sellin' them brickies
But he ain't make a sale in a minute
Niggas been bustin' them U-eys, I'll never forget it
I ain't take a L in a minute
You a bitch, he a rat, he a fraud, on the 'Gram like he was that (fraud)
Baby mom, she a groupie, in the Lamb', swervin' with me eatin' gat
Big dog, real boss, make a call, nigga, you will be a pack
Cut a check, real nigga, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
Cappin', I know you niggas be cappin' (that's cap)
I hit the switch on you, tappin' (tap)
Two type of niggas, the niggas that watch
And the niggas that go make it happen (woo)
I don't look up to no rappers (I don't)
I ain't been talkin' no trappin' (I won't)
I've been investin', them shells up a check
It's ten million, and that was on taxes (woo)
I'm just turnin' up (I'm just turnin' it)
When it's beef, shit, I can't sleep
That shit be burnin' me up (shit be burnin' me)
Front of Louis V, right on Rodeo
I pull up and donut the truck (skrrt-skrrt)
What's a hundred to me?
Give that shit to my homie and tell him go run that shit up (yeah)
Niggas can't f*ck with the gang (they can't)
Big FN on me hang (evident, evident)

Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Nigga, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit

My niggas got bricks for cheapest
Niggas got bits and pieces (yeah)
Niggas just showin' their weakness
Man, they just quit, the weakest (yeah)
Never no problem sleepin', Hollow just squish them leeches
Yeah, look at a scary movie, pussy, get trick or treated
Donnie what's happenin'? He doesn't know
Hollowman's tappin' it
Yeah, uppin' them out and they bitch on my left, how did he pattern it?
Yeah, nobody's clappin' it
I put my back in it
Yeah, I got the strap, pop top, wrappin' the rag on it (hmm)
Yeah, Southside shit
Niggas all workin' outside shifts
Niggas get melt with drive-by clips
You'll never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks
Yeah, bounce that bitch
Pussy smells like fish
H got them, shit, stars like KISS
Yeah, who's to be tested?
Hey, it's true to be destined
Yeah, man get run over, vroom-vroom, who's the pedestrian? (Yeah)
Yeah, just got a new strap, boom-boom, shoot it for testin'
Yeah, f*ck the domestics, man just move to a next ting

Northside, Southside shit
Nigga, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

Yeah, look on the 'net and they talkin' 'bout bannin' me
Just left the dealer, I told him to Phantom me
I cannot be with no niggas that's fans of me, no kizzy (no kizzy)
I don't know why these lil' niggas be playin' with me
Murder for murder, they ain't understandin' me
Touch one of mine, that shit end with your family (brrt)
Perkies, thirties, young niggas shootin' like Currys
Walkin' in the club, no searchies
Whack him for a check, yessirski
Spinnin' (spinnin'), sinnin'(sinnin')
Sinnin' (sinnin'), winnin' (winnin')
I know the way that we livin' that we probably goin' to Hell any minute
He never been on a mission, I see in his eyes, I can tell if he bitchin' (I can tell)
Treat him like Trey, get out the car, I know they gon' tell if he did it
My dawg got them tickies for sellin' them brickies
But he ain't make a sale in a minute
Niggas been bustin' them U-eys, I'll never forget it
I ain't take a L in a minute
You a bitch, he a rat, he a fraud, on the 'Gram like he was that (fraud)
Baby mom, she a groupie, in the Lamb', swervin' with me eatin' gat
Big dog, real boss, make a call, nigga, you will be a pack
Cut a check, real nigga, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
Cappin', I know you niggas be cappin' (that's cap)
I hit the switch on you, tappin' (tap)
Two type of niggas, the niggas that watch
And the niggas that go make it happen (woo)
I don't look up to no rappers (I don't)
I ain't been talkin' no trappin' (I won't)
I've been investin', them shells up a check
It's ten million, and that was on taxes (woo)
I'm just turnin' up (I'm just turnin' it)
When it's beef, shit, I can't sleep
That shit be burnin' me up (shit be burnin' me)
Front of Louis V, right on Rodeo
I pull up and donut the truck (skrrt-skrrt)
What's a hundred to me?
Give that shit to my homie and tell him go run that shit up (yeah)
Niggas can't f*ck with the gang (they can't)
Big FN on me hang (evident, evident)

Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Nigga, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit

My niggas got bricks for cheapest
Niggas got bits and pieces (yeah)
Niggas just showin' their weakness
Man, they just quit, the weakest (yeah)
Never no problem sleepin', Hollow just squish them leeches
Yeah, look at a scary movie, pussy, get trick or treated
Donnie what's happenin'? He doesn't know
Hollowman's tappin' it
Yeah, uppin' them out and they bitch on my left, how did he pattern it?
Yeah, nobody's clappin' it
I put my back in it
Yeah, I got the strap, pop top, wrappin' the rag on it (hmm)
Yeah, Southside shit
Niggas all workin' outside shifts
Niggas get melt with drive-by clips
You'll never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks
Yeah, bounce that bitch
Pussy smells like fish
H got them, shit, stars like KISS
Yeah, who's to be tested?
Hey, it's true to be destined
Yeah, man get run over, vroom-vroom, who's the pedestrian? (Yeah)
Yeah, just got a new strap, boom-boom, shoot it for testin'
Yeah, f*ck the domestics, man just move to a next ting

Northside, Southside shit
Nigga, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no bitch
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my dick
Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
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Writer: Mark Lapple, Nathaniel Thompson, Robert Williams, Ron LaTour
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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