Here is Meek Mill “Issues” lyrics. It has been scheduled for the 21st of July which will be next Friday. Meek Mill will release his extremely high new Album as expected known as “Wins and Loss” featuring couple artists such as Chris Brown, Young Thug, Rick Ross and much more to mention. There is seven more day left before his new album to be released so he decided to drop one of his new song for you guys called “Issue”. Watch below and enjoy this song and let us know what you think.
Quotable Lyrics:
Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick
Nigga icy like it’s hockey, and I’m playin’ with them sticks
He don’t like me, but he gotta respect the fact we gettin’ rich
Nigga threw a shot and missed me, threw ’em back and he got hit (Brrrt, brrrt)
Went from public housing to a glass house (glass house)
Fuckin’ famous bitches in my trap house
My main bitch fight my side bitch, Kash Doll
The only way to keep them quiet when I cash out (woo!)
Meek Mill
“Issue”
[Verse 1]
Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick
Nigga icy like it’s hockey, and I’m playin’ with them sticks
He don’t like me, but he gotta respect the fact we gettin’ rich
Nigga threw a shot and missed me, threw ’em back and he got hit
Brrrt, brrrt
Went from public housing to a glass house (glass house)
Fuckin’ famous bitches in my trap house
My main bitch fight my side bitch, Kash Doll
The only way to keep them quiet when I cash out (woo!)
What you doin’? Gettin’ paid, young nigga
How you in the mob? ‘Cause I’m made, young nigga
Say you need a job, come my way, young nigga
And if I point ’em out, better spray them niggas, bop!
I’m a bad influence (bad influence, yo)
Talkin’ money and I speak it fluent (speak it fluent, ho)
Paid a couple mil’ then went boom (went boom)
I thank God for all this sauce, hallelujah (woo, amen, amen, amen)
Yeah I knew it, hatin’ on me, yeah I knew it (yeah I knew it)
Come down to that check, I’m like Nike, I just do it (I just do it)
Boy I must be poppin’, they keep poppin’ up with rumors (poppin’)
Where and who I’m poppin’, what I’m coppin’, who I’m screwin’ (who I’m screwin’)
What you doin’? Wait a minute, gettin’ paid (gettin’ paid)
She said, “Meek you know my worth and what’s his name” (what’s his name)
Yeah I know him, mhmm, he a lame (he a lame)
Don’t you ever bring that fuckboy up again
[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (woah)
[Verse 2]
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/meek-mill/wins-losses/issues.html]
Hangin’ by the rope like some dope (like some dope)
Pretty hope, deep throat ’til she choke (ooh)
Pussy good, super wet, need a boat (need a boat)
Niggas tryna run my way, let ’em float (let ’em die)
Put my young bull on the chain ’cause I miss Snupe (miss Snupe)
Fuck a bad broad, make her kiss Snupe (kiss Snupe)
I can’t ever tell a bitch, “I miss you” (miss you)
Better not tell nobody if I kiss you (bitch, you)
Kiss and tell, fuck you good, hit you well (hit you well)
I just made like 20 M’s, they say it’s an L (what?)
Niggas prayin’ that I fall and I wish ’em well
Bitch you crazy, I’m too wavy, I’m like Bggavel’
[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (woah)
[Bridge]
Hit ’em with finesse, kill ’em with success
Nigga lookin’ broke, give a nigga stress (broke)
Don’t do some shit you know that you gon’ regret
Reachin’ for my neck, that’ll get you stretched (brrrt, brrrt)
[Chorus]
Poppin’ all this shit, need some tissue
I can’t trust a bitch ’cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it’s time for war we send the missiles (brrrt, brrrt)
