Listen to Sharing Locations (feat. Lil Baby & Lil Durk) by Meek Mill

Sharing Locations (feat. Lil Baby & Lil Durk)

Meek Mill

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Nick Papz
Nick Papz
Programming
Svdominik
Svdominik
Programming
Kj
Kj
Programming
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
xander.
xander.
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Papamitrou
Alexander Papamitrou
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Nii Tetteh
Nii Tetteh
Songwriter
Nikolas Papamitrou
Nikolas Papamitrou
Songwriter
Dominik Svoroboric
Dominik Svoroboric
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Songwriter
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Benjamin Thomas
Benjamin Thomas
Assistant Engineer
Dāvis Strauss
Dāvis Strauss
Assistant Engineer
Lou Carrao
Lou Carrao
Assistant Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Nick Papz
Nick Papz
Producer
Svdominik
Svdominik
Producer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer
Kj
Kj
Producer
xander.
xander.
Producer

Lyrics

KJ, what you got goin' on man? Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap I got a lil' b- from the hood I call her, "Gang," she don't play with that bae I be - this NBA - 'Cause she know I ain't ever gon' say - 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 - be sharin' location Yeah, I was ridin' in the Ghost with the ghost gun Seen you out with your kids so you owe one Had my man in the can while you takin' out the trash You gon' pop with the MAC like, don't run Gave her a pill, they all get high, you ever had a foursome? This too much cash for me to hide, I had to give lil' bro some I - her raw from time to time, 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 - on store runs I got me a check and I brought me a 'cat And I went on the block and did donuts I hang with all the murderers I'm payin' all the lawyers for the murderers I'm puttin' all my dice on the murderers You don't wanna see me with the murderers Yeah, Rolls Royce, swervin', famous, famous curvin' Seen you out in traffic, you was lookin' nervous Ran it up on accident then they thought it was on purpose I know for a fact I'm blastin', man, I never get too worried Hunnid racks in hunnids, they like cursive, 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 even die by the gun, took a fake pill, - died off Percs Shawty look perfect (perfect) - Was workin', go get her some purses My diamonds be hittin' like we in a Versuz We stickin' together, this - ain't a custom I'm - with Durkio I get like the jeweler with Baby, bought two anniversaries We go to Atlanta, then we coppin' a Kobe (brother) Bad lil', bad lil' all over me Way too ranked up, ain't no exposin' me (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 - with the voice and the hero These - is weirdos, ain't goin' this hard (no way) I'm from the P, that's the gang All these - know me, I hang with I hang with all the murderers I'm payin' all the lawyers for the murderers I'm puttin' all my dice on the murderers You don't wanna see me with the murderers Murderers Murderers I hang with all the murderers Murderers
Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, Durk D. Banks, Nikolas J Papamitrou, Dominique Jones, Alexander W. Papamitrou, Nii Noi Tetteh, Dominik Svorobovic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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