Hard In Da Paint Meek Mill (Ft. AR-AB)
"Hard In Da Paint" by Meek Mill (Ft. AR-AB) is a 2012 hip-hop track that emphasizes resilience, street life, and ambition. The lyrics reflect struggles and triumphs in the face of adversity, showcasing a gritty determination. With hard-hitting beats and aggressive delivery, it resonates in urban culture, inspiring many. #HipHop
[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ay Rug
See these niggas already know what it is with me
I go hard in the paint
We ain't even got to talk about that
Philly in this bitch, heard that
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Rollie on my wrist brighter than my future is
Shorty standing there ass fatter than Rasputia is
I play for the dream team, hang out with the coolest kids
Watch out for my Louie belt cause that's right where my Ruger is
I go hard in the muthafuckin' paint nigga
Leave you stankin' nigga, what the fuck you thinkin' nigga?
Five presidents on that presidential Lincoln nigga
Gold presidential out the window middle finger nigga
Fuck 'em all that's how I feel
Shitting on these niggas without a deal
My money right I'm super strapped
Talking all that hammer shit where your toolie at
Ask around the town we be doing that
All that white and sour diesel we be moving that
That's word to my thirty-six O's
I'm still the same nigga with the thirty-six flow
In thirty days I'm trying to fuck thirty rich hoes
I'll still be spitting that flamerz like thirty-six stoves, woah
North side 'til the death of me, definitely
Camero with the black stripe, referee preferably
I be feeling myself and I ain't on no Ecstasy
But the groupies is and you can tell by how they molested me
She gon' suck my dick, she gon' suck it too
She gon' fuck Omelly, and she gon' fuck the crew
Now she fuck with me, she don't fuck with you
And that's crazy dawg you know that was your fucking boo
That's the reason why you hating
Let the streets say what they want because I'm caking
Shout out to all of the niggas that thought that I wouldn't make it
They the fakest ones hating while I was in the basement
Ay Rug
See these niggas already know what it is with me
I go hard in the paint
We ain't even got to talk about that
Philly in this bitch, heard that
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Rollie on my wrist brighter than my future is
Shorty standing there ass fatter than Rasputia is
I play for the dream team, hang out with the coolest kids
Watch out for my Louie belt cause that's right where my Ruger is
I go hard in the muthafuckin' paint nigga
Leave you stankin' nigga, what the fuck you thinkin' nigga?
Five presidents on that presidential Lincoln nigga
Gold presidential out the window middle finger nigga
Fuck 'em all that's how I feel
Shitting on these niggas without a deal
My money right I'm super strapped
Talking all that hammer shit where your toolie at
Ask around the town we be doing that
All that white and sour diesel we be moving that
That's word to my thirty-six O's
I'm still the same nigga with the thirty-six flow
In thirty days I'm trying to fuck thirty rich hoes
I'll still be spitting that flamerz like thirty-six stoves, woah
North side 'til the death of me, definitely
Camero with the black stripe, referee preferably
I be feeling myself and I ain't on no Ecstasy
But the groupies is and you can tell by how they molested me
She gon' suck my dick, she gon' suck it too
She gon' fuck Omelly, and she gon' fuck the crew
Now she fuck with me, she don't fuck with you
And that's crazy dawg you know that was your fucking boo
That's the reason why you hating
Let the streets say what they want because I'm caking
Shout out to all of the niggas that thought that I wouldn't make it
They the fakest ones hating while I was in the basement
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