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Meek Mill - We Slide (feat. Young Thug) [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Denaro Love
Denaro Love
Programming
Minor2Go
Minor2Go
Programming
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Programming
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brytavious Chambers
Brytavious Chambers
Songwriter
Jamichael Benson
Jamichael Benson
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Benjamin Thomas
Benjamin Thomas
Assistant Engineer
Dāvis Strauss
Dāvis Strauss
Assistant Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Denaro Love
Denaro Love
Producer
Minor2Go
Minor2Go
Producer
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer

Letra

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth (yeah) Tryna wash away my sins since I've been doing dirt (amen) If I press a button on you, niggas going to church (brr) Load them .30's in them glizzies, niggas going to work (work) When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide) And we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide) Putting it in for all my dogs who never made it home Spending nights all in the booth, and I done stayed alone Tryna chase a hundred million, it won't take me long When all these niggas went against me, it just made me strong And I don't need nobody help, I do it by myself Been takin' risks before the fame, I keep it by my belt Ain't have a dollar to my name, you don't know how I felt So how the fuck could niggas judge me when you ain't never love me? Going to war with niggas I grew up with, tryna slug me Used to hug that corner every night, but it ain't hug me Sipping on a quarter, huh, grimy, thirsty, hungry Streets were my religion, left my mama for my homies And we all slide, if he offsides When they caught my homie slipping, it's like we all died Think it brought us close together, that day, we all cried Popping Perc's and sipping lean, and now we all high Turned me savage, I got traumatized from homicides and all these caskets Got me out my mind, can't go outside without that ladder I grew up in failure where your dreams will get shattered Bullets hit the window, all you seen was niggas scatter It don't matter Lost my daddy, kindergarten, I got badder When I was 12, was living in hell and lighting that gas up So 'bout my dawg know we gon' mask up Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth Tryna wash away my sins 'cause I've been doing dirt If I press a button on you, niggas going to church Load them .30's in them glizzies, niggas going to work When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide) Yeah, yeah, we slide We slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide) Yeah-yeah My co-defendant said he can't take no time Said call the police, like Mary J. Blidge The federales picked him up, this ain't no state time I told him the safest way to talk is on the FaceTime, yeah Slide in the Lamborghini, slide in the Buick Fish parquet, clean diamonds, no cubics My brother down the road with a iPhone Told him, "Don't get used to that, you know I'm gettin' him back home" I cry still tears and don't know why, why They poked his ribs, first they told him we gon' let it fly (let it fly) My mama told me, "Let my pride stay to the side" But I had drunk it like a pint I made a mistake and killed a player Keep the Glock when I pray 'cause he won't save us Yeah, they let a rat kill my neighbor If I had known you hang with them I would've told my dawg do me a favor We slide, we slide, we slide if it's slime We slide, we both slide if it's slime Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Sometimes I show people love, so they won't kill me, yeah Screamin' on the mic, I'm tryna make baby feel me, yeah Crosses on my chest, baguette fingers heal me, yeah (heal me) I done got so wealthy, I done bought out my cavities Black and white Phantom, made the funeral referee Got me feeling like the realest nigga on this earth (yeah) Tryna wash away my sins since I've been doing dirt (amen) If I press a button on you, niggas going to church (brr) Load them .30's in them glizzies, niggas going to work (work) When we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide) Yeah-yeah, we slide We slide, we slide, we slide, we slide, we slide (we slide) Yeah-yeah, we slide
Writer(s): Charles Driggers, Dominique Jones, Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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