Sharing Locations Lyrics – Meek Mill

Sharing Locations Lyrics by Meek Mill

KJ, what you got goin’ on man?
Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap
I got a lil’ b#tch from the hood
I call her, “Gang,” she don’t play with that bae sh#t

I be f#ckin’ this NBA n#gg# b#tch
‘Cause she know I ain’t ever gon’ say sh#t
New contract big like I play ball
Lil’ boy, I ain’t nothin’ to play with

I told her, “Pull up,” she told me she can’t
Her n#gg# be sharin’ location
Yeah, I was ridin’ in the Ghost with the ghost gun
Seen you ridin’ with your kids so you owe one

Had my man in the can while you takin’ out the trash
You gon’ pile with the MAC like, don’t run
Gave her a pill, they all get high, you [?]
This too much cash with me to hide, I had to give lil’ bro some

I’ll f#ck her off in Chinatown, I don’t show no emotion
But when he died he had them racks, he had to make it go for him
I hang with the hitters who train the killers who send all the n#gg#s on store runs
I got me a check and I brought me a ‘Cat, now we on the block and they don’t know

I hang with all the murderers
I’m gettin’ all the lawyers for the murderers
I’m puttin’ all my lawyers on the murderers
You don’t wanna see me with the murderers

Yeah, Rolls Royce swervin’, famous b#tch curvin’
Seen you out in traffic, you was lookin’ nervous
Ran it up on that sh#t and they thought it was on purpose
I know for a fact I’m blastin’, man, I never get too worried

Hunnid racks and hunnids, they like curses, I been sellin’ verses
One time I like the sound of my song, I ain’t gonna buy her no Birkin
Homicide on my mind when I slide, I ain’t tryna see no hearses
He ain’t died by the gun, took a fake pill, n#gg# died on Percs

Sure look perfect (Perfect)
p#ss# was workin’, you’re gettin’ some crazy
My diamonds be hittin’ like we in a [?]
We stickin’ together, this sh#t ain’t a custom

I’m f#ckin’ with Durkio
I get like the jeweler with Baby, we’re too goin’ crazy
We go to LA, then we coppin’ a Kobe (Brother)
Baby lil’ b#tches all over me

Way too Wraithed up, baby, no smokin’ (No way)
She wanna go to the mall (Let’s get it)
Got up and went to the pop-up in Louis and saw it and ordered it all
I’m in this b#tch with The Voice and The Hero

These n#gg#s is weirdos, ain’t goin’ this hard (No way)
I’m from the P, that’s K
All these n#gg#s know me, I hang with
I hang with all the murderers

I’m gettin’ all the lawyers for the murderers
I’m puttin’ all my lawyers on the murderers
You don’t wanna see me with the murderers
Murderers

I hang with all the murderers
Murderers
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Meek Mill Lyrics – Sharing Locations

Meek Mill

Sharing Locations